Knitted...Knotted...Mirror... Mirror...

styrofoam cup filled with a blessed morning capturing the message of the daily bread publication the ease of slumber forced off with...

sky blazed in orange and crimson full sun swooping gulls call with glee a warming soft inner pressed upward the ocean’s saltiness lingers...

moments rooted like anchors exist timeless beyond configurations child leading her sister down the road, trusting truck bed staring...

dipping in the shallows to find sweetness the nectaries so heavy and swollen swaying as the breeze welcomes workers tuffled in tension,...

Hills sides laid with summers spent clothes, swaths of crumbling orange and red Discarded, ready to transform from outer dressing to rich...

Today I found myself sitting among writers. I was attending a writing group in support of my beautiful friend and all her writing...

(((From the figment daily work i am doing with writing prompts.))) Please keep the red ones away from us. the ones with anger; rage...