Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
poetry
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 —
found in translation
In a language neither of us speak we try to articulate the delays and dreams our hearts endure, translating the ineffableelation that coaxed usinto each other’s arms.The improbability of our unionbinds us to the possibility of some forever.
beets and bleach
Beneath the skin we plunge into the abyss of oxygenated blisscoursing through veins inherited from the men andthe women who bled and begot their unknown.Beneath the soilwe find purple rootsripe with their lifeforce,boiled for royalty andpickled for peasants ~spoons and forks unite.Strike the stains of youth and historieshungered by force.Agitate the bygones of brothersand sisters … Continue reading beets and bleach
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.
daylong feast
You ever smelled air so thickwith pancakes, you dreamt of maple syrup rain?The morning buzz of a warm wintersettles into my cup asleaves crunch atop hot buttered streets —the day paved for champions.Translucent pink cloudssizzle over the setting sun,plated on a pastel sky.A sweet surprise afterthe daylong feast:a gibbous, soon full.
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.
locomotion
The rail a spine, each vertebrae a station ~people as pulses of the system, nervous and sympathetic — the lifeblood of a country.Another leafless landscapeAnother rippling river, swollen purple and brown Another farm of factories: silver emits white becomes blueAnother train of cargo and chemicals carrying the weight of industry ~ resources to be reimagined … Continue reading locomotion
brink
Fancy another spirit shaken, soul unearthed? Quench you ~ glorious.
a new night
rest and replenish resist the city’s siren ~ reset to rebound.
Species of Value 