Dirt Path in Summer
the dirt path in summer sips the insect silence reclines, resides reflects, delves deeper and though the soil is tough no blade of grass can cut it sighs softly, to my tiptoed dance and the... More »
the dirt path in summer sips the insect silence reclines, resides reflects, delves deeper and though the soil is tough no blade of grass can cut it sighs softly, to my tiptoed dance and the... More »
small whirlwinds, microcosmic fingers shaking in tempestarian daydreams and the bob, the tilt the undeniable sway, my head ripe, heavy, hand cupped lolls back, I let it fall fleeing the horizon that asks for only... More »
when the August air stays liquid cool in the morning and the blue of the sky peeks down fills all my cups with its vibrant hue I will bring my shakiness held-breath burdens carve myself... More »
I want to be like the forest vapor it the earliest morning hovering, smiling upward the sky, smoothly blue busy with its own affairs inverted multiple chasms unhesitatingly far away playing puzzles with the green... More »
dream, dream I dream an empty barn, in deep illumination golden pre-dusk light, splashing a festival of saffron brightness the dust motes dance for me sing songs of silly minisculity skip in silence, to destinations... More »
Tulips in swaths pristine yet surreal colored orange with fuchsia holding court with insanity the sky hunched above admiring with its queazy grey smile momentary liquid bubbling confusion and the distraction was complete momentary but... More »
the stars gather strength playing, pressing through the ink night sky the inkier the deeper the emptier the sky the stronger the pull stellar confusions astral confessions celestial cravings shimmering with naked beauty punctuated by... More »
blue sky stretched out tight and pretty its vibrant unreality smooth, unmarked nonplused by these skittering thoughts the echos of a nighttime when the censor, slept in leaving gaps, a freer place somewhat more steamy... More »