Monthly Archives: June 2018

If you sit closely beside them, you can almost hear them breathing. You can almost hear them weeping for the destruction elsewhere. If you sit closely beside them you can almost hear their heartbeat. You can almost hear their laughter … Continue reading →

#travel #exploration #planestrainsandautomobiles #adventure #unknown #earth #getoutside #travelling #gooutside #traveler #bestplaces #nature #guide #photography #blackandwhite

#travel #exploration #planestrainsandautomobiles #adventure #unknown #earth #getoutside #travelling #gooutside #traveler #bestplaces #nature #guide #photography #spacewhale

She stayed in the shade beneath the tree, but the light would always search and seek her out. While others made conversations and played seemingly free, she simply rested with her heart devout. . #shade #tree #rest #light #freedom #devout … Continue reading →

You Sir, are out of order, out of context, out of your element, out of bounds, out of cards, out of town, and out of everyone here, you are somehow special. Spend more time worrying about your faculties than the … Continue reading →

Hand over my heart, looking for a booking for relational purposes, imagining Pinocchio at his best, tracing silhouettes into scratch paper that will be crumpled and used to perform an exercise demonstrating privilege. . #truth #lie #reverence #privilege

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. . . . . . . . #poet #poets #poem #poems #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poemsofinstagram #dailypoems #micropoems #poetrydaily #poetry_addicts #poemsporn #photography #instapics #photographersofig

In our need to feed our bodies and rest our weary bones we are not alone. We take catnaps (or dog naps as it were) and siestas. We lay on the coolest part of the lawn, beneath the shade tree, … Continue reading →

We hobble down hallways losing heart by the hour, Hoping the hallowed will always honor us with their power. Never outside of this pattern of thought, always within, Dwelling in the battles we’ve fought, yet in these hallways we begin. … Continue reading →