many open roads

and untraveled seas

wendy the storyteller

or peter the eternal child

to know the beating of a heart

skype is not a solution

to the refugee problem

friends with children and homes

in cities transformed overnight

while I reach for impossibilities

re-learning gratefulness

I don't understand an atheism that wants to lock a person's soul in a dungeon and throw away the key.  How does one lead a full life without a soul?  Without evening acknowledging that one exists?

some people people watch at cafes

I soul gaze in cathedrals

LA is the first place I've met children without an inner world.

tropical blood

and the smell of rain

the doors are closed

but the windows are open

many blessed nights

stars on the horizon

the dome is real

dreams sink

in the blue blue sea

old scars

new skin

the mirror of ramadan

hope is sweet

souls travel

the table grew fruit.

the heat of the earth dissipates as cool desert night descends

loud illogical people.

cars on the freeway are like a school of fish, and the police car that passes by is like a shark that had its meal and it wasn't you.

a graveyard where flowers grow.

too many doorsteps.  not one of them home.