affective seasonal recovery

Birds return, pecking at winter’s breadcrumbsand poised to soar at dawn ~summer salvation.Even the rain reeks of redemptionthe leaves regale in green harmonies. I walk the streets I met in winter,unturned stones fade into the panorama of my pastas the present expandswith every exhale of a heartreturning from Despair.Affective seasonal recovery:another sun risesawakening senses ~ … Continue reading affective seasonal recovery

kaleidoscope

Ricochet between the boundsof certain chaos ~let the kaleidoscope of uncertainty move you ~down old streets in new shoesinto new rooms drench in brighter hues the warmth of knowing yourselffrom old yous ~the wind carries wisdom ~listen while you watchbillows bend the trees. Have a beautiful day!

nestled

The journey before life is but a timeless night ~ dreams collide and collapseinto supernova supremes,nestled between unhatched hopes and unwitting wonder of waves, flames, andlight-wired thunder.Sipping on the infinite sublime,we settle into the simple divine,the magical mundane,accepting the ordinary extremesof existence. You can find an animation that pairs with nestled here on Instagram and … Continue reading nestled

options

Immolate the illusion of solutions bornfrom bombs —the hellish tide of a tyrant dares to was away our wisdom —deny the fraught and fatal fusionof humanity’s failed conclusions. spear Hi! Check out an animation of spear here: @speciesofvalue. Thanks for stopping by!

between

Burn beyond the bordersof anywhere you’ve daredyour frosted heart to chance ~reach into the soul’s recess — hold the hurt you feel — thenFeel the glow livingand breathing withinthe hurt, yearning for your tender handsto set fate free~ go between to become ~ go between to become

the sun dials in

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

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

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.