Cindy Collins🌻

When you can feel various insects crawling over your skin and in your veins at night but no matter how well you search you just can’t locate them sneaky bugs.

-Cindy Collins.

I saw this pretty mushroom on my walk today, just by itself, somehow even more beautiful in its solitude. 🍄

There are worse ways to spend a rainy afternoon.

I was given my first typewriter. I think I’m really going to like writing my poetry this way, slower, older, more real in a sense- like each word has to be pressed into existence instead of just appearing and disappearing on a screen.