• I’m a kid

    remember that first time an adult held me in their arms? a precious moment complete vulnerability so now today while I stand alone there is a population of feigned ignorance mysteriously forgetting I belong

  • When A Child Dreams

    I would dream summers running through hemlock brush scratches naked calves the moment, lost in its mystique   When we were kids we were ushered out of the house play until you drop play until you drop   We didn’t mind being ushered out we were in our element children of summer   When I…

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