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.
love
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
plunge
the tide subsided and the fury flowed into the open abundance of the improbable oceanof your presence ~plunged into the pacific vastness of this vacant heart. You can find an animation that pairs with plunge here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery here on WordPress. Have a beautiful day!
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
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
return and receive
Butterflies boundto the arrival of anotherin flight and fantasy, toconnect across the continent.Four wheels of furyweaving through adisco lit highway,grinding to the beatof orange cones in abandoned work zones.The chorus of homea cherished refrainhalts the hustleas wings spread to receive precious cargo.
countryside calamity
Betrothed to a viral lovehellbent to twist traditions into isolations —even the day breaksan unpaired dove.No choice in the choosingdecisions made under duress —there is no knowing what has failedbefore each feeble test.This year mimics last,no reprieve for the pious,while rebels fall in dual accord —the unscathed rendered sideless.
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
when
A city exhales,homes inhale — people worryabout positives.The negatives granttemporary clarity but when will we live?Spontaneous joy,without examination free to love again —
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.
Species of Value 