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

sin distortion

The mind bendsto what it seesas the willow bendsto the wind —Suggestion savors the momentbetweendisbelief and discretion,distorting the ever-sortingmind.Smiles and frowns,mere waves —emotion rolls eternal to the rhythm of the unknown.But beyond the tide,the current settlesto reveal the pearly present.

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.