We are the poem that emerges from body and mind.
Slipping into cyber.
Part of the post-country project.
New Orleans at night.
In the country.
On the Mississippi after the storm
My old flame.
"Batten down the hatchesBut keep your heart out on your sleeveA little bit of stormy weather, that’s no cause for us to leaveJust stay here baby, in my armsLet it wash away the painFeels like rain”
Feels Like Rain ~ John Hiatt
Reflections of impressions. Outside the Rothko Chapel in Houston, TX
Entwined with you.
Every emotion is born of storms.
Thinking one thing but doing another.