
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

with their erratic flight and soft buzzing she was hypnotized by the bees

the leaves fall, one by one–
the tears of summer days and youthful years

she exhaled a warm breeze through the generations–
over castles and moats, around labyrinths and garden mazes;
her whispers wrapped thin and tall and solid

in her heart she was a wild and feral thing

i see you clearly when i close my eyes

staring at the late summer landscape, he divided turbulent thoughts; like logs stacked for winter fires

her burning rage scorched through mountains and rivers and thick, moss-covered forests; above dreams and nightmares and across time, reaching into the distant, prehistoric past and all future moments balanced upon the icy precipice between now and forever

the wind rustled the citronella leaves, weaving whispers of fragrance in our hair

the coyotes howl out west–
how i wish i could howl