This is not a poem but rather a premonition. It’s a humble but strong suggestion- if you want to know what you think of self, world. Stop filling it and Detox. Fast from screens and fast often
Smog of screens
PRESENT
As light and darkness bathe me Sometimes stark and harsh And sometimes dappled and gentle As wind air dries my bare skin and meanders through my layered mind Changing pathways Left nostril and right nostril Accommodating and nourishing Knocking And knocking Look I changed again Which nostril did the breath enter from As earth sucked... Continue Reading →
Flutter and Glide 