The Girl by Britta Benson

She can see fresh leaf green through the concrete, spot a fairy from ten thousand miles away and always in her own reflection. She’s three. Fairy dust – what a joke. That’s not how she operates. Look for the cracks, the cuts and scars. When one world bursts open, another one waits underneath, ready to…

A Love, Emboldened by Jeff Flesch

books with broken spines, reminds me of a time, when pain was deeper, a love inclined towards the heavens, farther than can be seen, it’s as if, we’ve always believed in something grander, smiling in the face of adversity, we did not find our posterity, more a glimmer of uniformity, a gentle touch, skin bared…

Ravens Flying On Wings by Jeff Flesch

the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and reminiscent of the night, reminds me of a time, before transgression, and possessions of body and mind, the duality of all, a kind, and gentle love… rich as the heavens are deep, broad, and glistening, ravens flying on wings of courage seep into time fleeting, yet still…

I Gently Wish Upon a Star by Jeff Flesch

heart aches, reminding me of earthquakes, experienced in between the lines, moving past mistakes of a life, this life, lived in moments unsure, and in others, grown taller than the applewood trees flowers… beauty lives, at times, in the splendor of the exquisite pain beneath our reach as we teach, and transpose to, and for…

May this Song be Sung by Jeff Flesch

tears are like open wounds that never lie, on that we can rely and, try as we might we are never truly sure, only ever, may we relish in the fervor of yesterday’s delight, pushing us further… and, as time expands our heart-center’s beingness, we live in this moment, transcending the calling card of tomorrow’s…