Daily Archives: November 15, 2014
. Blessed are the peacemakers, she who holds her violet tongue in the throes of violent roars. Blessed are the young, so much left unseen, hands and hearts clean of all this darkness. Blessed are the meek, the mourning, the … Continue reading
.. it starts with a beat, some small blip slipped to sky, star -struck and wandering. don’t ask it why it’s wanting, why it spills, how it fills the spaces with its crimson indigo cry. don’t begrudge it ink or … Continue reading
.. It’s crazy (somewhat insane) how fast the storm ends. We’re intact; in fact, some of us is better than ever. .