orange blossoms linger tipping fingers a mingle in valley sun and i am one born west to rest in the dabbled sum of existence a scented persistence where colors run and mix on the wrist of elation warm volatile persuasion as in you lean in to this bouquet a tender kiss and find your way […]
wrists rested on a crested zepher where rivers run reversed, a tear unrehearsed for the mound of earth left on the garden path. . vision perfection, a recollection of light crossing limbs a moment reinvented. . scars on the belly of the field curve to the valley, where wild waters gush to ground. . a […]
tree bark, the rough staccato press of popcorn plaster on cheek and chest. . the fragrance of moss and moist depressions earthenware silk silt beneath the furry tone of mycelium confident of its path despite a lack of foresight. . and green dripping from single layer leaflet lips quenched in the dusky light, the rustle […]
… is the deepest reality of life, existence within the silent witness to both love and fear in the world. Freedom lies in the ability to choose between those two states, regardless of the conditions.