I miss you Miss O’Keefe. I know its strange because we never met, but I feel you when I am in the desert. How your life shares too close a chord with my heart not to surrender rivers of tears into the canyons delightfully flushing the freedom pulse through the earth and my flesh simultaneously. […]Read More Georgia on my mind.
Of love, he could not speak yet when it hurt the notes found a path from his heart to the beat and after a harmony coagulated in the artery the truth -he could -at last look in the eye and meet but of love, he could not speak wanting to be cherished and loved in […]Read More August 8th