these guest posts left behind after feeding the mind from the best of books and with a potent sense of humor man! she’s done an angel’s work like a hurricane she’s perfect, fearless, somehow it had to be just right and so it was everything came out like the mill like a violin through a steel pipe her chest and voice who in the hell can sing like that? now’s she got the way to ride the winds, rope in by a moment and bam! there it is.
she made it, the same way the world makes it each one standing shouting for change like a piano wire dangling over a hill like someone who’s seen and heard better things yet neither not of this world just a stroke of brilliance so life changing that her music permeates the walls, the kitchen, the hallway, even the carpet sometimes she waits, takes a big inhale and plummets to the floor.