Landscaped privacy behind gates of Gramercythe sun dials in —“I count only sunny hours”the solar timepiece reassuresso I, I imagine, can indulge the blursand spurs of night’s knowing, of darkness’s doubting the murmurs of sorrow’s solace emergingand purging the sufferingfrom gratitude’s corps —the soft and tender eye discerns moreof the differences between destinies,of the exemption … Continue reading the sun dials in
gratitude
a lifedraft afloat
A heart socket hollow,abandoned for a painless pursuit — feelings unfelt andthought into boxes,stored in their unitof time.But this packaging does not resolvethe reason for their rise —feeble fantasies whither as the narrative writhes to remember its rhyme.A heart socket hailedaccepts the persistenceof a painful past unboxing the fear of feeling,never blaming always aimingfor the … Continue reading a lifedraft afloat
pause
Overwhelmed and under nourished,the soul saturates with someone else’s meaning.Rest resiststhe constant collision of worlds warped by screen shields andanonymous armies.We break without cracking. Pause —to feel the sun slink into winter coatsto hear the birds banterto see the smilesurfacing on a stranger’s face —return it and exhale. pause ***if the animations aren’t loading for … Continue reading pause
Beverly
“Can you play some Jamaican music?”she asks — the sax mancatches her question.“Are they from America ora different island?”she asks — me.She hails from Jamaicaon the wings of our lord.55 this years this July.Memory like a trap.Moves like the breezeas the jazz mobStirs It Up.Her grandmother a princess,her father a diplomat,her love for them overflows … Continue reading Beverly
a wave of questions
Life hopes for lifedeath hopes for peace peace hopes for posterity hope lusts for dreams dreams ride the crest of wonder,unseen and undeterred —We evolve and revolve aroundthe terror of nothingness by the mercies of meaning and grace ~A new known awaits. a wave of questions
forming: four fates
Seed some semblance of a lifeimagined, lived beyondthe bounds of this bounty,born in the candlelight of technicolor flame.Hydratethe long limbs of desire,supple with suggestion.Rootto the depths of dreamspringsdeliberately opposed to thepainted landscape — the canvas is infinite.Growsteady, acuteto the imperative oftransformation ~amplify the grace bestowedby the heavens and the earthsthat formed you.
knot a raspcherry
A distant rose by the name Rubus, — species Idaeobatus — is greater kin to a cherry than a berry, ripened red drupelets contain each sweetly coated seed. Hollowed for harvest - a soft cone core remains on the cane, its flower forgone for the market. Daily digested but rarely consumed by its curious nature … Continue reading knot a raspcherry
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.
coils
Peaks and valleys coil,wrapping ‘round the middle,squeezing the life out of hope.Brain mice scurry to settle on consistent inconsistencies:fragmented information as breadcrumbsto a deeper doom of fiction. Hope is hindered but not haltedin the grand halls of uncertainty,edging away fromthe dungeon of despairto travel by airto meet the origin of manto honor an untimed death.
Species of Value 