keeper of wild places

to die, i die for you in swirling colors red and green and blue gold and silver shining black stones i hurl up in the sky pulling down...

this standing on the edge of the cliff this grasping this wanting to fly feeling your dry lips touch mine fleetingly my hips, that ar...

And it is me the sharp edges the cold desolate my colors forlorn there we are. We are exactly were we want to be, exactly! Mo...

Big tropical storm waves. And how come his body carries that Californian heat, the fragrance of orange blossom in the warm air and the old ...

lol, i know Still It occurred to me that we are truly Nothing, the same as we are All. It is just a thought. A friend of my raised t...

is gone. After sleeping my regular hours last night, after doing my regular, i am in love with life, doings. After doing some of my chores i...

No-path is quite lovely indeed, it means i can start summer today. A fox sat on the steps.  An almost surreal experience to have a fox for ...