How do you love in a present with no future? do you imagine a different future, or do you pretend you live in a different present?
coincidence
missed
Both look back but neither stops nor speaks — a question misses its mark
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
unexpect
— when you think the inkling is gone — — the squid gets you.
kinetic
A city of signals makes you feel full of noise — People perforated by effervescent oddities — a lingering look, an adventure.
Bird banter
Bird banter beckons church bells in the distance but never further than the corner. Church of calling not of cross – neither preordained, nor built for loss – the sanctuary you know and serve that sacred source, your soul’s preserve. Some nurture their nature, others reject rules retold: a Coincidence of collision when we meet … Continue reading Bird banter
Species of Value 