Hi there.
Just a little ditty about bits of dust floating in sunlight for you this week, as I devote my little focused writing hours to pursuing longer-term projects. Until next week, stay beautiful, dear readers.
Enjoy.
O you galaxies of dust who swirl through the sunlit air with no breath of wind to gust, settle in my napping hair. When I wake, the strands get mussed and you float on without a care. When all stirrings cease, I trust my dead cells will join you there.
A reminder: My first poetry chapbook, Ego Killers, is available for order through Lulu.com.
Where spiritual awakenings blur into personal breakdowns.