Arrghhh - I scream in frustration,
Nothing ever goes right for me...

My wish
Squirmy plate of...

Alone.. I look up with wide, suspicious eyes...
I can hear them; their stench, a palpable puss...

The power of nature,
Harmony is sought...

Quill quivers and quakes
Above the naked parchment...

within the s l o w
sleepless, cog of night...

Drop of life...
~~~Within a~~~ . . . . . . . . . . . .p...

.
Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...

Nature awaking
to the pitter pattering...

Connections that emanate from the Lotus flower...
M. Moran...

A
Chorus...

a grief tsunami
swirled around Notre-Dame’s spire...