separation from soil : i forget myself, certainly you. i forget language dialect syntax verbs. ¡you becomes accusation! reality is debatable :: unreal is real im suddenly confused by clouds separation from blind rule of kings : i touch earth and appreciate her flavors :: dancing in the park to a […]
hair scented under sun/showers, finger tips and sagesse to soothe – i remember in one eyed glances “i know you” – a bird in a nest. faraway mountains are close. my heart zooms inward – your presence in the world makes the unknown warm. my gracious friends, the drumming of my life.
It’s a cool afternoon. The rains had come and crushed the roses. The Sun arrived at dawn to the portent of the clouds. He tucked himself away again Until the lighter tomorrow. We washed ourselves in Dewy drops pouring from Petals of the freshly crushed. We smelled our shared fragility And the […]
remember that storm? the trees became horizon – a sideways zipper. tornados sealed the world who appeared ripping. my face likewise gathers flowers in each crease. afar a sunset’s glow up close, a garden. every crevice, my mothers hand all sweat all storm, a watering can that permits my face to blossom. even […]
In this time of infinite space I corral myself like cattle. Behind iron fences are cement walls. I salivate futures beyond slabs. Environment molds structure : Unnatural becomes natural. All things teem with Lenard Cohen’s cracks that ache for expanses the heart lives daily. It is my fingertips who doubt. This Godly place is […]
fear has a coaxing human way. like your bus friend sitting next to you who loves your hand whispering, “hold on to me. i know where’s home.” a friend, nearly steady, he arrives only with terror or her siblings. else he is like smoke : addictive intoxicant but disappearing. no matter my age […]
If I were a butterfly I would say this experience I am having was inevitable. If I were to be a butterfly, I would say that I was in a cocoon right now. I would say that to get here was definitely instinctual. When I was living my life as a caterpillar it felt like […]
the sun was oh so full tonight a lighthouse in the sky. every night i watch her set, slipping deeply pass us by. in her absence i feel cold, alone, a kind of loss that I abide. her leaving feels so personal, as if a friend has died. I sit down by a lake and […]
There is so much to be said for building and maintaining – and the committing to the building and maintaining – of one’s life. I have felt so nurtured in this experience of Philadelphia – so supported, encouraged, appreciated. I felt so much this way that it was only natural for me to continue to […]
