Yellow ginkgo leaves cling to branches as they bid farewell to the life in their limbs extended to the heavens and out, rooted and reaching for their neighbors. The separation layer holds them together until the freeze snaps time into place, and we fall. To do what daunts humbly, to hold what happens softly, to … Continue reading deciduously
growing
in the gray
In the gray we float above the trenches dug by factions of fiction.In the gray we meet,transmuting skull-bound matterinto bonds that matter more.In the graywe loveby lettinghearts seebeyond the face.
re/dissolve
When a question contains the core of the fear that compels it, forgive the child who contrived it ~ feel courage flicker into flame.
Staying grounded
Whether hot coals or hammocks, Fate falls on feet. In resistance or repose, the brunt of life absorbs into bones: long, short, and tightly joined by time-honed tissue – elastic and tough – attached to Tendons, immortally coined. One at a time or together in leaps, they carry and cushion our greatest defeats.
taught and tinkered
“Top down love,” she summarized her past – and a switch sizzled upright. Love commanded and conformed to the order of elders who grew in different soils. Bottom up love: provokes an expression, a moan, a tear – mutually maddening and exclusive to two, cosmically bound, ineffably and in gratitude.
Species of Value 