The Spirit House
Poem The carpenter laid his hammer down he felt the quiet as a sweet kiss a creaking the ghost was nigh if he listened she would speak to him and he would see...
Poem The carpenter laid his hammer down he felt the quiet as a sweet kiss a creaking the ghost was nigh if he listened she would speak to him and he would see...
Poem My azure lover Languid and sanguine I gave myself to you I was a temple and a shrine but there was no need to pray The heavens opened up before me, and I...
that Soulfulness is the embodiment of Perfection, We tell ourselves that we are imperfect, and incomplete. When we believe others must seek Perfection We negate their inherent Beauty and Soulful calling. Beauty is your...
Poetry My teacher had 4 legs And cared not for me We watch bulls and bull riders and I always said I would hold on How hard could it be? Oh, I held on...