To me,

the world spins 

ready to loose, and peal

comparable to a star

proudly moving through water

there is no equal,  more beautiful 

than her roseness at my feet

i admit here, i seek shelter 

a shelter of brightness 

when most of my most, is dark

cross high and unstrange 

– Key Bisc, FL (September 3, 2015)



Forgive me, there is no normalcy left in me.

Tell me how does the air feel from up there?

Does the sun shine, just as bright?

Does the moon darken your sight the way it does mine?

It is you, and always you.

Chloe, another year.

– Love, Mom