Clothed Secrets by Jeff Flesch

I walk a child with no home nor a place to lay down my load an imagination on center choreographed within a container of pain, of promise and of possibility a logical sequence cut from the cloth of the barest secrets of life, and of love and of the tears we romanticized when young -JEFF…

Flowers Strung by Jeff Flesch

There is a way pain feels deep in my bones a notion of the past and of a present yet to be fully manifest deep aches rejuvenated by a skyline left leaking along a horizon melting love into plants and flowers strung together like a bow tried, and true a manifestation too of you who…