mania

On a high- unstoppable. Nothing- no person, no thought, no depressive state can dampen creative sparks or put a stopper in energy pulsing through electric veins. Clouds rise and fall short to compare with feeling and seeing in explosive pops of color. How can we not sing with a passion unrivaled to crisp cerulean skies; …

Split Pea Soup

Brother and I were hunting fairies and Catching colds in the winter air From staying out too late trying to snatch   Shooting stars with our tongues and Making wishes on falling flakes of snow. Dreaming of days when Mom’s voice,   Breathing miasma into our fairyland of snow, Wouldn’t beckon us inside to sit …