The first Friday of every month, I send original poetry—a break from our typical reflections, but reflective nonetheless. Flashes of white, of light bending around the notion brilliance, uncovered always there too often hidden sparks, insights recognizing the flow
Flashes - First Friday Poetry
Flashes - First Friday Poetry
Flashes - First Friday Poetry
The first Friday of every month, I send original poetry—a break from our typical reflections, but reflective nonetheless. Flashes of white, of light bending around the notion brilliance, uncovered always there too often hidden sparks, insights recognizing the flow