Winding Down on Verdant Tinctures
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Monthly Archives: November 2022
Rowdy and Wild
Blood wants to be free flowing in the body.Would do anything to overpower the detriment against its will.Through infinite ways of love, it wells up, on mark for nullification. It’s beautifully high-spirited in these parts. And in an instant, it … Continue reading
Playing With Fire
Don’t play with her fire. She’ll take your ashes and make poetry out of them until your soul burns with regret. – Joseph Colombrita
Those Lips
Ask and you shall receive, Know and it will be, Stretch and you will reach. Nice face yoga move by Casino, it’s an incredible stretch to relieve those tense muscles of the upper lip and surrounding collective tissue. While I … Continue reading
In the Contemplation of Simple Things
Something is wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I stay forever in the stream. – Mary Oliver, The Examined Life
Downhill Thrills
Most pressing question of the early eve, is what hill will we attempt? Giddy with speed and downhill momentum anyone will do especially when typically on these November eves we would be bundled indoors dreaming of downhill thrills like these. … Continue reading
Frame It.
The sun stealing the show as usual because the dismaying left over afternoons haven’t caught up to their misfit bandit days…easy, breezy Indian summers here…praise these heavens.
“Here come ol’ flattop, He come groovin’ up slowly”
Tricked. I’ve caught onto your tricks,all of them,every single one. Undigested. Engorged,amplified.it’s the teeny,tinytediousnessthat leads to the grander,and eventually the grandiose. Unsettled. Tackle what you can along the way,it’s all coming together,amping up the fortitudemending up the fray. Called. Beguiled … Continue reading
Riddle Me This.
I don’t have it all figured out; but I do know the next best step. I bet through the dense thicket beyond the path, some tiny creatures bound along from spongy mushroom top to spongy mushroom top with it all … Continue reading
It’s Gathering Season
Nothing says come hither like a ginormous lit up tree even if temperatures are floating above normal Fahrenheit degrees. For weeks this scene has been assembling even before kiddos decreed what ghoulish garments they would adorn themselves in. What the … Continue reading
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