PinnedCinse BoninoA Letter to My SonHey Honey, we’ve been told that there are little bastard bugs flying through the air here from later in the evening and into the night…Aug 30Aug 30
Cinse Boninopausewe are all offered moments when we can feel the heartbeat of all that is singing us back into harmony with that which is divine18h ago18h ago
Cinse Boninofeedbackdamn those persistent voices in our heads those arena level blasts from the past telling us we will never be seen as enough but always as…3d ago3d ago
Cinse Boninowalk through itdon’t run from the rain embrace it let it pour down your face let it clear your vision and wash away the dust of disappointment choking…3d ago3d ago
Cinse Boninowhy I am a cat persondogs are lovely but they remind me of how I used to prance about hoping to be seen how I would widen my eyes hoping for enhanced affection…Oct 41Oct 41
Cinse BoninoThis Life Here NowBreakfast out, rich, and simple enough to have been delivered by the gods.Oct 3Oct 3
Cinse BoninoRespectI was in an art gallery today. A self proclaimed bipolar woman came in. She had a lot to say. It was all interesting. I had time. I…Oct 3Oct 3
Cinse Boninothings we do in the nightwe who are old still wrestle under the sheets but sometimes now as our fingers grasp the flesh of our own past we marvel like young lovers…Oct 1Oct 1
Cinse BoninoPhones When I Was Young (Early to Mid 1960s)I remember when I was in grade school and most people only had one phone. This was back when all phones had rotary dials. Push button…Sep 27Sep 27
