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
uncertainty
round & crowned
wave — crash - wave - worry —merry tides of tradition spurned by spikes, againcould be calm, could beworse — maybe — always betterwhen masked together sympathy settles‘round a hearth humbled by love families adapt
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.
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.
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.
in the gray
In the gray we float above the trenches dug by factions of fiction.In the gray we meet,transmuting skull-bound matterinto bonds that matter more.In the graywe loveby lettinghearts seebeyond the face.
re/dissolve
When a question contains the core of the fear that compels it, forgive the child who contrived it ~ feel courage flicker into flame.
seams of seeming
A head and heart disconnected dismembers members ofseemingly distant worlds.Divided by streets or seas,houses or highways,parties or passions— separations of semblance maim with fear of loss. Semblance bears an underscore: for those divisions of secondhand seeming orpower-punctuated scheming ordeath-defined livingdare not dive belowtheir surfacebound reflections.Depth deliversdignity, rememberedand in recognition ofour connected consciousness.
tending
Seats unsat at a bar Friday-full ~ who sits, who stands settled by the tender’s cull.
Species of Value 