Pride be not death for as I've stretched to reach out from these brambles to cut away the vines about my ankles ...
D.S. MartinOctober 31, 2023
Take the globe by her imagined corners & stretch her flat like evening against the sky ...
D.S. MartinAugust 22, 2023
No longer bent like weighted branches or shrivelled like apples in the bottom of a bushel basket ...
D.S. MartinJuly 25, 2023
I am a little world made cunningly whose every element spirals down mirroring the world outside ...
D.S. MartinMay 23, 2023
Have you ever desired a carwash for the soul rushed right up to those retractable doors ...
D.S. MartinApril 25, 2023
In the heat of summer as afternoon wears on as octogenarians care for their flower gardens ...
D.S. MartinMarch 28, 2023
Sometimes I make the mistake of being too corporeal-minded forgetting we are predominately made of light ...
D.S. MartinFebruary 28, 2023