Month: July 2017

I’ll drink from the sun and in her pavilion I find sweet liquors. To be born… call it, laughter, call it, joy call it hope, call it healing…~Krissy image by my personal camera

The sun was stubborn as a mule, around-bout evening I’d say go down already but it’ would lite, tisk, tisk and burn to the bone then around-about morning the sun feel real good like a cold drink melting-stubble right off my chin. Cracks.. rip nine, Skyscrapers rising, fire hydrants, and secret driveways, over policing poverty… somebody’s daughter, […]

It was like no other when Kung Fu goes to church, it fills our shoes… Om So Hum…. Their grandmother’s dragon fist-  confess yea burden rivers & Trees-stance bow sidekick and burst… We worship the thing we do not know.~Krissy Mosley Giving a little poetry humor….

When wisdom crieth into the streets, who should hear the voice of one, the voice of many, and still…. relentless in her call, her voice breaks it will fall beneath the diadem, a royal stain to hark and beckon and roll and plead…. in exchange… rounded broken fields for hearts…who should listen ? my response […]