Beneath the Names
When I cannot name a thing, I’m learning how to holler, Yes! Experiencing a person, or a flower, or a...
MotherSound
I close my eyes and listen to your sound. It’s like pulling up the softest quilt poured with every color...
Away
I’ll be going away, and it feels good. I’ve arranged the paying of the bills. Consider me fortunate, I’ve won...
It’s the Breath
Without the body, theta waves can’t do it. Our sensorium creates the poem of being alive. It’s the breath of...
