Poem: if we could quit

If we could quit our jobs Do what we really love Could we all survive that much happiness? Maybe that’s why we have to die to experience true bliss. Or maybe this place is an interim a landing space a mock up spell of wondering. The rewards of positive thinking and living jogging, detoxing, yoga…

Poem: Hiatus of Sleep

Why is the best sleep right in the morning? Awakened by a beeping like a truck in reverse to dreary weighted clouds and patterned raindrops weeping lulling unfinished misted premature dreams surfacing like ancient whales from the depths of velvet slumber. Sleep is the best comfort and medicine but my nights are unusually long half…