Dread feels like pressure. It fills all available spaces with its crafty presence. I hold onto promise, and its weightlessness, knowing anxiety is waiting—I can feel it just under my skin, like tiny rivulets. As peace beckons me, a faint breeze of calming awareness hints—it’s all transitory. You, me, all the things we feel and see, are all a part of the same self-created story. 

©Jeff Fleschu

#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press

• Crafty Presence
• Wear and Weather
• I Flew Next to The Sun
• A Tempest
• Hidden Transformation