Wood grain extracts the stress stored in my bones, smoothing the tumult of a curious mind. Curved and lacquered — perfection paralleled only by the glass cutterswho unseparate this oasis of the senses from the outside.The bird ballet begins before us, amidst thebeauty of the ocher fields and ruby trees: a season’s symphony. with humble … Continue reading Room 7
dailies
undivided uncertainty
To know is to ask, to wonder, to dig and decline the satiety of bequeathed rapture. By random recruitment, we live as humans – together and apart, forever inseparable. Guided and guilted by the incoherent gap between the reality we see in our people; the model we figure in our heads; the convictions we hold … Continue reading undivided uncertainty
tunneling
Ina place of passing Iwonder if my name gets lost on your tongue — or perhaps longbefore —between your heart andyour teeth.A curious space,that cavernous ego:— I wished for you andwandered awayfrom me.
together again
A reunion rebounds the missed moments of love and laughter between people introduced by Coincidence and cemented by respect.And laughter. Lots.Save the mention of Love,which is merelythe verbal vehicle for the awe and overwhelmwhen your soul is gently heldin the gaze of another. Cheers to the chance that collided us —— and to the choice … Continue reading together again
the Wind
the Wind sweeps the streets clean of Lifelittered and fallen,browned to a crisp by theforgotten august heat.The trees will us inside, waving and whispering, warning of a storm. The greenest cling to the boughswhich will release themsoon and softly. An act of birth through death,growth through loss —they’ll never come to shadethe life they bear. … Continue reading the Wind
the birds have blown south
The birds have blown south.Silence descends on the morning senses,soon smothered by the cacophony of construction — jackhammers gnashing asphaltmasticating dreamed memoriesfaintly clutched and clouded;the hope of a slow rise swallowed by the sun.The birds have blown south for their own protection from the leafless future ahead,leaving me longing for morning banter.The birds have blown … Continue reading the birds have blown south
unexpect
— when you think the inkling is gone — — the squid gets you.
punc
Stuck and Cleared, needles bite at the Blocks that keep Calm from the core of a punctured Soul — Body whole, thanks to skin that tightens for touch.
Staying grounded
Whether hot coals or hammocks, Fate falls on feet. In resistance or repose, the brunt of life absorbs into bones: long, short, and tightly joined by time-honed tissue – elastic and tough – attached to Tendons, immortally coined. One at a time or together in leaps, they carry and cushion our greatest defeats.
taught and tinkered
“Top down love,” she summarized her past – and a switch sizzled upright. Love commanded and conformed to the order of elders who grew in different soils. Bottom up love: provokes an expression, a moan, a tear – mutually maddening and exclusive to two, cosmically bound, ineffably and in gratitude.
Species of Value 