The sun slinksup the back of dawn and slides down the spineof the horizon. Between these bookendswe summarize chapters missedand discuss drafts dreamed.Family, refamiliarizing.
beauty
the place
home is the place you feel you’ve always been ~ even when you return amidst the journey — where the hawks and sagebrush greet you with a wing and a waft ~ settling you into that singular serenity.
a simpler social medium
Melodies drift over the road roaras a park triplet riffson infinity.Smiles crack each sullen face‘round the city Circle,decoded by the jam of a drum, sax, and bass ~smooth and abundant,the rhythm returnspedestrians toa simpler social medium.A jazz mob, self-assembled —traveling troops united to create a more perfect unionof the citied senses.
Impressioning
Pink lily pads and dusty yellow footpaths,the dark green shadow of Monet’s madame andlight caught in fleeting whiteof their son’s bucket hat.The Riaux Valley reflectedin stunted strokes ~its stone bluesguarded by greenand ocher offsets. In The Olive Orchard, peasant skirts and tree trunksflow by the same curves ~legs and limbs aliveunder the heat of agray … Continue reading Impressioning
las ondas
Diamond cut crestsroll over morning glass:gentle green, unmarred clarity —a salt-drenched system healing.The same sun that blew the birds southlazes behind cumulus cover— coolness collects in the air before dissolvingin the solar reign.
Hail: Jupiter
Red belts and bandsblanket the whirling depthsof storms in oscillation:a northern equilibrium revealed. To form, to fallnever findingsolid ground – descendinginto vapor amidsta storm 200 miles deep andtwo Homes wide. Light flips to dark,warm turns cold:ammonia enriched,an oceanic transition. nurture curiosity: a cosmic rabbit hole
Room 7
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
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 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
Tempting oblivion
Wish for beauty and approach the oblivion of the internal ineffable — masked in semblance, a mirage of order and intention remains unpieced and unclaimed by the Beholder who sees Beauty one wing away from sorrow. Keep in touch.
Species of Value 