Profusion

Renewing my world happens in flashes of insight. If I gaze across twilight in dread of darkness impending, I negate the incubating promise of restoration with the breaking of morn; I shun my own body, fecund with potential percolating possibilities yet to be realized,...

Cultivating Miracles

Nobody seems to like him much, though after an attack of the heart some slack is granted; daughter tough as nails, though some pierce the veneer from time to tale. Life sometimes works out this way, leaving us defenseless and knowing it, ever ready to shadow box...