Written by OhhhwillowMay 28, 2018May 28, 2018

Finding Land

Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave

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Written by OhhhwillowJanuary 31, 2018June 27, 2018

The Sigh and The Storm

One,
Full of life
The other
An idea

Written by OhhhwillowJanuary 3, 2018January 5, 2018

A Word For Bad Weather

Silent things are not for conquering

Written by OhhhwillowOctober 20, 2017October 30, 2017

Bonfire

The chapter on burning and touching

Written by OhhhwillowSeptember 18, 2017November 6, 2017

II. Passing Tracks

Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.

Written by OhhhwillowAugust 18, 2017August 22, 2017

Chewing Gum

Layers

Written by OhhhwillowJuly 5, 2017March 16, 2018

Green Hips

The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.