Monday, May 20, 2013

I Sing Glory

Sing the glory of sunlight dreams. I,
bring morning from the muted darkness. I,
ring greetings from muddy streams. I,
fling jewelry into naked starkness. I,
string embroideries into enfolded seam. I,
cling to this life by any means.


Habituation: Cold Winters and Old Bosses

 Habituation: It was 20 degrees today. In comparison to the weekend, this felt like bikini weather. When you're used to arctic condition...