Monthly Archives: April 2016

Ink spills.

A dry drink of silence sequestered in light’s breeze I putter and unfold and reach into a sentient daydream And taste syllables of dawn and feathers of still While parting sage pages to release my ink’s spill.     © … Continue reading

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The Paradox of Still.

I’ll explore the paradox of still within the buzz of my thoughts and the gentle cocoon of sketching an outline of now versus what will be. I’ll enjoy the synchronicities of words, or the way shadows tilt and fully embrace … Continue reading

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It’s about women.

The current political heatwave of insanity is relentless. It’s probably the ugliest I’ve seen. My head hurts and my heart pounds and so I write and write to find some release. He, she, we, they…said. It’s a whitewashed, mudslinging, hell. … Continue reading

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Tangible Spaces.

It’s not always the amount of words but the depth they carry; the sobs of silence are weighted in a chemistry of layered leaves placed on the stab wounds of deaf centuries. I believe, we are birthed from a golden … Continue reading

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I peeled the moon.

I peeled an apple from the core of the moon and licked the juice of its honey dew. While ferns feathered a canopy, I chased the sun, in liquid form, and ribbons of lava were born. Oh morning moon, where … Continue reading

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What makes you come alive?

“What makes you come alive?” I think of words and writing and I fall prostrate and kiss the warm brown earth. I hear music in the verdant wind and salty waves become my feet. When I see or hear and … Continue reading

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Nature’s ecstasy.

A cool spring breeze tends to unravel me in the morning light, amid stillness of budding flora and spreading leaves; an uninhibited ecstasy of soul in rhythm with sodden soft steps as I drift deeper into nature’s folds.   © … Continue reading

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