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
nature
high on heaven
Snowflakes fluttertoward a ground too warmto celebrate their journeyfrom clouds too coldto keep them.Lost in the clamor,by gravity’s command,the individualityof each falling flakefades into flurry.But the ground does not refuseall the sky sends —Lightning hits andhovers in hindsight until thunder reachesup from the earth and clapsour senses together —How could something so mightyto the eye … Continue reading high on heaven
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.
syncopation summons
Two terrainstumble into visionsplit by the same vapor that separates the mind and the soul.To choose is to chopthe finger from the foot —a peculiar propositionfrom the eye, overheard.What funny forcerhymes the reasonsof our revelation?Some cosmic coincidencedrawn to symphonic scale and scaleand scaleand scale. tumble together
flicker still
A flame risesfrom gravity’s field,Hot hastens heavenward,commanding Cold to climb.Beyond our Blue,the candle’s brightestconcedes to cosmic combustion,a shift in patterns and pull— a flicker finds stillnessin a sphere.Wax wells in a scallop shell plucked from its sandy divine, catching the collateral cascade. flicker still
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
Sur grandísimo
A cloud striped skyshrouds the seabut not enough to shield your rays from my eager eyes.Traffic subsides,carving edges out ofthe beautiful, the lonelypacific coast high.Gilded waves roll over sand-smoothed shores,eroded. Waves moonwalk to meet their set sisters.Viscous, the marine layerflies in formation suddenly dissipating to revealour star —a circle closesand sets.
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.
midwinterrain
Pacific coasting highway emptied by rainwater fallsinto the white caps drop by dropsoaking through sand quenching marine desert mountains.Sand slaked and sodden as silence descends, save the calming crashof winter waves.
Primavera in winter gloves
Baby bovine grows on green pastures,early and elated with the joys of new lifefresh and innocent to the sorrows of unprecedented tides.Dry ground soaks into the morning rain,while Hope hobbles into a new lightovercast, unsaturated, delicate — asif each grazing cow on the far hill could consume our world too, aseach blade of grass bears … Continue reading Primavera in winter gloves
Species of Value 