Monday, January 8, 2018

Day 8.

As I mentioned in my intro, I did have a few moments of inspiration over the past several years. Yesterday, I referenced one of those times - the passing of my very close friend Paul in August 2017. I have a number of pieces from then. I shared one yesterday and will share more as the year goes on.

But, today, I want to share something from a happier time when I was inspired & prolific. July 2015. That's when I met my man. My Mutha Fucka. On an unplanned night of karaoke, I picked him up in a bar.  Love filled me up, and I wrote. Here's one from 7/14/15. Just 4 days after we met.


Cloud 9

Please stay with my on this cloud.
The air is so thin, I have become light-headed.
The ground so soft, I just might lose balance.
The fall so far, I can't bear to look down.
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