Condensed and complicated in a seed, a shape waiting to burst through.Against a future sky, verdant tentacles unfurling, curling, stretching and reaching.Beyond the horizon, a life you can’t even imagine.
Had a few extra minutes this morning with the delay of the school day for not-so-much-pushing on, as quite a bit of stretching. Feels good to soften and lengthen that tense fascia of mine before I start moving on with … Continue reading
What do we do when we come across a glowing pink façade? We use it as a living canvass and spell out our name with our torso and limbs, twisting, torquing and stretching. It’s a good thing we are flexible, … Continue reading
Some days I feel I need to be a soldier and other days I know what I need to be, but I choose to be a poet. Some days we need to hear things more melodiously. Coerced into a space … Continue reading