
inch worm and blooms



















Politics in America, like this thistle – a thousand pricks gone to seed.

Happy Autumnal Equinox!





Restless dreams at night
Toss’d ’bout on flashes of light
Ships on stormy seas
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A thunder not heard
The storm can’t hide its approach
Bright lightning flashes
*******
The quiet of night
Static on the radio
The rain comes lightly




As the mask we wear erodes, what truth will be revealed? Is there anything substantial behind the mask?

