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three hundred and eighteen degrees: ‘nurture it…’

Experience the Jewel ~ Wintersleep wind gust ( f r e e z i n g ) leaf fingers strum ~ the light-shadow stairway ~ extends ( a s c … Continue reading

August 14, 2013 · 1 Comment

one hundred and fifty four degrees: ‘some winged boy’s remains…’

Archaeologists ~ Wintersleep There’s a point, in history. Where, the word. Love. Finds, itself. Attached, to ‘d’. For death, perhaps. Did, discard. Something, suffixed. Anyway. Whispering, as it shifts. From … Continue reading

March 3, 2013 · 2 Comments

seventy six degrees: ‘left to choke on the pills…’

Dead Letter & The Infinite Yes ~ Wintersleep When did we forget, dreams? Gratitude of miracles, magnificent. And mundane. Every day, adventure. Freedom. A life, lived. Alive. Connected to all, … Continue reading

December 15, 2012 · 2 Comments