Life, cold

We struggle to remain warm despite it; only love can drive away hate


Life, musical

This railing, a musical instrument with its shiny beautiful curves that hummed when I rubbed my hand along its soft yet strong shape


Today the earth held me

while I danced to the sound of drums

while I hiked through the still of winter

while I rounded breath through body

Today there was no ending

Only beginning, again and again

As the earth held me tight

Tomorrow, a promise on the cusp