Underneath It All
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
Category Archives: Blissfully Fearless
In the Zone
Nothing like the carefree play of this age—the freedom of no cellular connectivity. It’s the decades before 2000, the street kid mentality in me trying to make a comeback. With only a land line, we were nearly impossible to find … Continue reading
Calling All Devotees
Calling all Devotees Shoes buy a lot of omertà, apparently.So do private rooms, fine dining and twinkling bijoux.For the pomposity can only go so far,when the fragrance from the heart is fetidand the stars above shoot off more feverish copper … Continue reading
I Gave It a Good Try, Didn’t I?
No longer can I compromise for the sake of hollow promises. To think I turned the better parts of me inside out—my heart, my spirit and my mind all for the sake of the make-believe you so frantically keep alive, … Continue reading
Snowed Under
A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling. Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots. Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine. Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer … Continue reading
Armchair Generals
Tel-a-Vision, I never cared much for this technology; I know most do. I tried to get into it. I followed for a bit, but I favor the wild, creating my own visions rather than someone fervently telling me theirs. Any … Continue reading
On Finding the Bridge
A lot of mastery in the wild.Another field of experience out here.And just over the bridge is another world.
Just Like Heaven
The further we go searching for the unseen world,the further behind us it lags.Away it runs from us,as we go reaching.When all along, around us all the time it’s been.Beautifully muted, like our wintery landscape.Visually a soundless time of year,energetically … Continue reading
Halftone
Oh human, the grey matter is there for provision,Not for dissolution, or disbanding or even reshuffling.Wisdom of long past and far into the forever,it’s already in there.No need to do a thing about it,but lend a private ear.
In Anticipation of Rouge
Darkness rested over the horizon. Still…it would be sometime before I’d see a rosy blush hover over the eastern sky encouraging me to discover a sequence that may be a better way through.
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