a genocide of generations

Divisions decided by some external hand,granted galeforce destruction by brutal demand.Morality absconded, humanity’s cruel abandonfor the fulfillment of some ideological cannon.“The final solution” only finalizes the demise of the preacher,yet why does history recycle this vicious mask of the reaper?2 million dead.300,000 orphaned.100 days. 259,000 buried in3 mass graves in Kigali alone.Children — their lives … Continue reading a genocide of generations

a flight, a feeling

To enjoy a joy unfolding and shed the analytical holdingthat binds our minds to pattern-seekingand making meanings ofsmoothed and sparkling stones.To be elated by the moment,without the beckonof becoming someone on the horizon,a vision as opaque and hazyas window grit, deniesthe luscious warmth of clarity.Flow into being.

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.

weightless wonder

Does an easy life exist?If it did, would it be livable?Would it be worththe wait for wonder?Or is there any waitwhen sorrow’s weight burdens lighter?Would it be forgivableto wish for wanting less?Tested to tatters,we cast unanswerable stonesat a manmade mountain, begging for mercy magic enoughto move the crowned mighty.

kiwi supreme

Brain battered bycod — beer fried —potatoes cut, crisped, and salted,oh my! A cheeky reference fora meal fit for wonderland,or was it Oz?The yellow brick roadfloods with tartar sauce,a pinot party noir ~culminating in cheesecakeof peanut proportions.By lemon wedge sailboats and coleslaw archipelagos,we float into dreamseas,our bellies full of bliss.