I go through life to Frantically organize one Shit storm at a time.
Last night’s mosquito bites Souveniers from a summer’s conversation Tingle my skin and suggest A pleasurable discomfort. -LGF
An inexperienced rafter, I find myself Racing down an un-runnable river- Narrow passages, big waves, twists and spins My heart racing with each maneuver. I’m drunk, laughing, proud to be reckless Fully vested in the adventure; and then An unavoidable rock My body tenses, bracing for impact And I wish I were sober, or had... Continue Reading →
Standing in one spot Patiently She waited for the wind To come Rustle her leaves, sway her Branches Sweep across her bark and Leave Before a single one of her leaves Fell -LGF
How are you? My conversations can be typed, edited, honed A thousand times before I ever hit send. Does this make me an unreliable narrator? -LGF
Man has copied your wings, we long to fly You have so much of what we desire Freedom of flight, freedom of fun I am pulled down to earth by heavy thoughts. I drove down the hill, aware you were there A pack of three sitting in the road Why were you not in flight?... Continue Reading →
Our Victorian- folk, whimsical and worn Surrounding garden plants dance in the wind, Cry in the rain and burn in the heat Once quaint gardens I forgot to trim back. The hydrangea tree, now natural and unfettered Crowds our entrance way, overspreads its boundary Her viperous roots pushing against the foundation Breathtaking. Our Victorian- vintage,... Continue Reading →