They call her a lady:
they want her
biddable.
She’ll blow
on their dice
held in cupped
hands. But really
her hands work
the strings—tipping
the roll the other way.
The lady knows her own mind.
8/17/19
I write things and put them on the Internet.
They call her a lady:
they want her
biddable.
She’ll blow
on their dice
held in cupped
hands. But really
her hands work
the strings—tipping
the roll the other way.
The lady knows her own mind.
8/17/19
scattered by the winds
to root in nurturing soil
little seeds grow up
5/17/19
Typeface on a fresh page.
Straightforward.
Text obscuring manifold meaning.
Shades that drop down
like sunbeams
filtered in a forest pool.
Life and Being—
not opposite
but partners.
8/17/19