Birds return, pecking at winter’s breadcrumbsand poised to soar at dawn ~summer salvation.Even the rain reeks of redemptionthe leaves regale in green harmonies. I walk the streets I met in winter,unturned stones fade into the panorama of my pastas the present expandswith every exhale of a heartreturning from Despair.Affective seasonal recovery:another sun risesawakening senses ~ … Continue reading affective seasonal recovery
gratitude
Summer spills
Summer spills from the sky,slaking the soil ~ libations linger in puddles drawn forwings washes ~sun swept by bird banter andrustling green breezes,we sink into shaded repose. Have a beautiful day!
Nothing is something.
Nothing is something.When I say I remember nothing,I remember the something I forgot~ perhaps not by name but by symbol,by feeling, by chance.Something is nothing.When it leaves, it goesto a place I can’t see, don’t know~ perhaps it comes back, comes again,for a moment, for a while —tender memories beckon smiles.Nothing is not nothingbecause it … Continue reading Nothing is something.
evolving: an announcement
Hello friends! I am grateful to share with you that I am beginning a new chapter. After 6 months, 130 weekdays, and 131 poems, I am diverging from Dailies to focus on longer-term, project-based work. Thank you for all your support and feedback over the last 6 months. I have learned so much from this … Continue reading evolving: an announcement
beating
Steady building at a chaotic pace reconciles the rhythmic relapse of a windstrung mind cloubdbound by vapors and visions sublime but unsolid, unseen ~beyond the border Body swells to let Soul’s sweet mirage be. You can find an animation that pairs with beating here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery … Continue reading beating
outward // incoming
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
perspiring perspective
Playing with perspective do we ever get the chance to bask in another’s life to learn another dance? Are we bound to the freedom of familiarity, bestowed by the sagging similarity between bravery and blood? Can we ascend the descending patterns of prerogative? Can we banish the marbled mountains to the murky sea ~ only … Continue reading perspiring perspective
first death
sometimes the world stopssometimes the good go early sometimes death breathes life You can find an animation that pairs with first death here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery here on WordPress. Have a beautiful day!
fortitude
Clouds convert from winter gray to spring clarity until — rain falls, each drop in solitude — as each body returns to dust in revelation of the soul’s eternal fortitude. In the flood of uncertainty the deadliest wave is fear— worry fabricated by the figment of failure — yet no worsefate threatens than to stall.Moons … Continue reading fortitude
radiate
all over all under all before:pressure impales inner peace —the storm radiates to extinction —undeterred by undeserved animosity — among us who would weld those wicked words toanother soul? another being born below our solar halo? Calm meets chaos with clarity in the coincidence of existence. You can find an animation that pairs with radiates … Continue reading radiate
Species of Value 