Outward and incoming, molten rays of optimism melt into gray clouds gripping firmly to our hopes for spring. From above — some slow spark fine in point and valor, the graceful intervention of immortal mention, divined in the dying breath of a man slain by stalling~ incoming and outward the message mines its medium for … Continue reading outward // incoming
family
shoreline
Fragments of my imagination fancy furtherthan my figures of yourphilosophy’s fathoms. Control converts to comedywhen I try to tieyour intimation tomy intention.Should is a could that can’t ~ perhaps ~between the tides, we collide. You can find an animation of shoreline here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery here on … Continue reading shoreline
more than a drive
Sleek coated goats graze roadside,women balance bounties atop their heads ~strong necks carry bananas, sticks, and woven baskets.Roots writhe and wrap through red rocks,a mountain carved for modern passage.School children walk home for lunch,uphill and uplifted, by the looks of their smiles and waves. Perfumed air: stunning notes of wet clay, embers, ripe banana, and … Continue reading more than a drive
a new unknown
The trip of a lifetime in honor of the captainwho mustered the crew and resigned. Not from defeat but from dutyto some unopposable divine.That same random rulerdelays the queen’s arrival,another crisis-clotted convergence ~ yet the ship adapts before rivers collapseto release them from hellish penance. Her majesty’s maidens embark.
weightless wonder
Does an easy life exist?If it did, would it be livable?Would it be worththe wait for wonder?Or is there any waitwhen sorrow’s weight burdens lighter?Would it be forgivableto wish for wanting less?Tested to tatters,we cast unanswerable stonesat a manmade mountain, begging for mercy magic enoughto move the crowned mighty.
merry melodies
West coast winter soak —green overnight, pastures bloom rainbows wrap gray skies ~Second year, countingnew traditions become old Christmas lobsters slap ~Lightstrung pine star crowned,silver baubles bounce and sway ~ merry melodies
round & crowned
wave — crash - wave - worry —merry tides of tradition spurned by spikes, againcould be calm, could beworse — maybe — always betterwhen masked together sympathy settles‘round a hearth humbled by love families adapt
beets and bleach
Beneath the skin we plunge into the abyss of oxygenated blisscoursing through veins inherited from the men andthe women who bled and begot their unknown.Beneath the soilwe find purple rootsripe with their lifeforce,boiled for royalty andpickled for peasants ~spoons and forks unite.Strike the stains of youth and historieshungered by force.Agitate the bygones of brothersand sisters … Continue reading beets and bleach
Species of Value 