by Marissa Bell Toffoli. Routine. Morning starts each day with sunrise.Last night I dreamed of my lost (stolen) scarf,woke with the sheet corner bunched at my neck.Practiced yoga to save my soul, but latertechnology still made me rebellious.A break in the downpour saw a shadowplummet from the spruce tree and hit the groundas a crow, scavenging. All ways the worldfeels … [Read more...] about SCAVENGER.
Marissa Bell Toffoli
Lake.
by Marissa Bell Toffoli If it’s a season, it must be winter.Underneath the icy layer atop a lakea microcosm of life can, and does, live on.I know this even though I did not grow upin the kind of climate where lakes freeze in winter.Once, in New Jersey, I walked out upon the iceof a lake like I was invincible,like I believed I wouldn’t crack the ice and fall … [Read more...] about Lake.
Past Lives.
by Marissa Bell Toffoli People always claim golden ideas,to have been Cleopatra or King Arthur.Well, perhaps. We can only trust our intuition. I want to knowhow population growth factors in.Will we ever run out of past personas? Are some soulson their first run through?How does the whole system work? I don’t care about being famous.Nameless, not a … [Read more...] about Past Lives.