by Darcy Wiley | Nov 12, 2014 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers
I’m burned out again on man-made things, the light of screens that trigger something in my brain or my self-esteem and keep me up at night thinking, thinking, thinking, spinning in mental circles, striving in thought, my imagination making up new ways I’m lacking or...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 6, 2012 | Fireflies, Jam
The night sky was free of clouds The village fields held no fire The people sang their pain out loud There they danced and never tired Off the map and through the mountains I stumbled on that place And found a harvest ripe with stars In the fields of outer space He...