The flavor of rage
Which we love to drink often
Sweetest bitterness
poetry, prose, and photography

Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
The rain returned
A counterpoint provided
Against sunny warmth
Keeping us humble
And the moss healthy
We often struggle
To be someone notable
And not be ourselves
āFirst: unload my mind
Next: shape them into beauty
Editing’s anguish
Sitting in the dark
Reflecting upon this day
Springtime and pollen

āFears and darkness
Which the night births
Then magnifies
Calmed by
Daylight

Gifts given with grace
Seeking to bestow our love
Filling both our hearts