After the Storm
Take time to notice the new purple blossoms on the sage...
Category Archives: Letters from Costacalle
Coffee or Tea(se)
My tongue is fine Really But I boast Perhaps the best...
Put down that deity
Your vision Of me So clearly Obscured Jealousy In arrears Back-dated...
Reading the Classics
I play the flute, but I’m more of a practitioner than...
You are not who you aspire to be.
WARNING!
Regular Decaffeinated Spontaneous Gaiety ahead.
Because you asked
A shallow life Lived genuinely Runs deeper Than a spiritual life...
The Naming
It starts with a look and ends with a seeing but...
I’ll never quite get over living
It was my choice I left I got on the plane...
There’s something to be said for saying nothing.
