A Tropical Nook
It must have been the words we exchanged that I perked up in the quiet migration of the soft light. Even the birds of paradise seemed to be singing a different tune.
Tag Archives: https://thefolia.com/
Underneath It All
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
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
“Walking on the Moon…
…feet they hardly touch the ground.” – Sting According to the principal songwriter and lead singer of The Police, the background of this tune was about the weightlessness one feels when they fall in love. I see how in his … 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.
Cloaked
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
thefolia.com 