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.
life
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
eyes before talons
A red tailed hawk crashes brain firstinto the reflection of a hill — stunned ~— awoken ~— perched ~~ preyed ~free. Cycles of semblanceobstruct perspectives of truthas we slowly piece away the masks of make believe, approaching the innerborder of infinity.The eyes shout dangerlouder than talons,six two-inch warningsof the terror hiding behind shocked lids.
revolved
On the last nightof a darkened yearfilled with light remember:the good in the bad,the tender in the tight,the softness in the strength, the death bearing life.Forward and forewarned to release expectations and embrace uncertainty. A bird homed in high ceilingsremains unfree.
spun
No stock to stand on,the stores are all drained.Any joy of shopping pulverizedby the almighty, the omniscient: Web of Things.Its spider keeper never sleepsnever seen and ever watchingto feed your craving to consume and be consumed.
in time
Wayward and forwardnever backwardwe fall into the arms of who we are,always becomingmore brilliantly our own ~unique as the yellow biloba and tenacious as those who clung to and cultivatedthe ginkgo’s roots,nearly receded into extinction butwith us today, growing.
New York he loves you, and he’s bringing us here
A soundsystem for an immune system — dance ourselves clean likeminded children descend let’s connect dancing my hands on your shoulders ~ we disco into the divine.
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.
circles
The sun slinksup the back of dawn and slides down the spineof the horizon. Between these bookendswe summarize chapters missedand discuss drafts dreamed.Family, refamiliarizing.
wool & willpower
Lights replace leaves strung between barren treesas the last November dayssubdue autumn’s color cascade.Wool and willpower mustered to bravethe hours between humble hearts and holidayed homes.Set free by the sunand sooner met by the moon,we sink into the symbols of winterspiced and glowing with gratitude.
Species of Value 