The tea kettle brewing inside the heart….

There is a secret tea kettle of the mind that Bubbles away inside every day which boils Up the brew very close to happiness to border the darkest gown of some grief or agony that is blackening, battering and blaming … Continue reading The tea kettle brewing inside the heart….

Keeping still inside A Carpet Bag of Pink Roses

Keeping still inside my carpet bag crammed with pink roses often brings rewards from some secret¬†¬† pocket of radiance. They thaw out the ice box crammed with wastage, wanton wastage and time stuck sullenly inside a mountain of old trash. … Continue reading Keeping still inside A Carpet Bag of Pink Roses