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Reflecting on love.

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A day in the rain at a park in Madrid. 

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A poem about a mother's evening with someone she made.

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Thoughts from a road-weary poet.

The wolf travels to Portugal!

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Nature versus nurture. Some things just happen. It is like the rising...

Observational writing on a quiet afternoon lunch.

This is part 1 in an ongoing series exploring how sexual abuse structured my life. Before you dive in, be aware, this is deeply p...

I watched an artist battle his demons, and I understood completely. Wolfinwool · Deliver Me, Boss I just came from the new Springst...

If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him. Wolfinwool · Give Me Your Hands-wlf...

Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are alway...

Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory. Dear Lorien and Seren, You have lived in me longer than you w...

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders. S...

Some nights belong to music, some mornings to the sea; the moon binds them together in me. Wolfinwool · Me and the Quarter Moon I. ...

Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived. He wished he could ease the pain As quickly as he caused it. He wished he could see real...

Sometimes, love burns too brightly to be held in the palm. Wolfinwool · What The Crickets Witness A streak blurred across the night...

No map could find the place where they first felt seen. A thousand miles between hands and hearts, but only milliseconds through the...

A dream in three movements No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. We are the dreamers and the dreamed, the ...

She was never alone. She carried other heartbeats within her. Wolfinwool · Threshold She drifted on a drip of thundercloud, That tu...

To be fully seen by someone, and be loved anyhow—this is the miracle of humanity. Tonight I am naked. Fashion’s fabrics Stripped a...

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him! Wolfinwool · Tesselations Last night, as ...

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses. Wolfinwool · Surreal Pillow April 23, 2025 ...

The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because the...

There is something sacred about the hush before a spiritual gathering. That quiet space where the mind begins to shift, and the hea...

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings. Wolfinwool · November Morning In Ghana Cape Coast, 2...

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all. Red light flashes up above— off: one, two, three, four on: one, two, thre...