I kissed you with quiet eyes Before you uttered the fated line That set samsara’s gears into motion. This dream is no different from any other.
By Ingrid Canuel3 years ago in Poets
I lower the needle. The opening line of soothing jazz wafts into the kitchen as the Sunday morning ritual commences. Life is a hodgepodge of sacred ceremonies.
By Ingrid Canuel3 years ago in Feast