a whistle  on the auntie
mable-ryhming slang-an epistle
on the table..dear lily..

nothing to say today
lily nothing new but
power in the darkness
and i love you..

nothing to do but sweep
the floor and true
stars above-stars below
i love you..

nothing but to fly
the magic sky through
turn lead to gold and
i love you..

di nada di nada
but love will accrue
blue and red and i
i love you..c..

In the quiet of the night, she lingered, savoring a slow drag from her cigarette.
After all, this was the sole indulgence she allowed herself from time to time.
As she observed the smoke swirling gracefully before her,
she sensed a calmness enveloping her.
Gradually, her spirit was rising, and she understood the importance of not hurrying its journey.
She was not just okay.
She was more than okay,
she was truly alive.

-Rhia Clay

Sometimes my spirit feels so weary.
Or maybe my soul is just done with hollow people,
sitting behind church doors and pillars of justice,
armed with hate.

-Rhia Clay

You said
You said each day I'm loving you less.
You just don't know(don't know)
I'm trying to love you more.
More than you might know.

I go out of my way to prove it.
Shocked that you don't see it.
That I'm trying to love you more.

Flowers, I give to you.
A sweet poem I write to you.
Even try to spend more time with you.
But still, you question every single thing.

I just know.
I'm trying to love you more.
But you are making it hard to keep trying.
Am I not there when you're crying.

I just know
I just know
I'm trying to love you more.

Dog and fire hydrant
Dog leaves his name and also,
forwarding address