These Motorist
And their mastery in the waning light.
And their mastery in the waning light.
Because I’m about ready.
just before it disappeared and the golden coin in it that was found by the one with a golden heart. While not an actual Vasilopita, it was disguised as one for underneath the customary powdered sugar pita, was my signature … Continue reading
for watching the evening show with me–it never grows old.
I met up with my chat noir after one year, same spot, same witching hour, same infinity looping…coincident? I think not. Reposting this, one year and 28 days later on the cusp of a new moon…must be the season of … Continue reading
Look around,at this placeit’s to me of trumpet and bass.It’s all thought,feel the grace.Awkward is the truthbut even more ill-at-easeis to always please.
It must have been the prayer from my breathor the Northern Flicker that escorted me through the woods.This bright home of coming to groundand the beckoning horizon of my life so far journeyed.Swept away here in the diming hour.This temple … Continue reading
Did I capture it for you? There’s nothing like a last dunk into the water for the both of us, the burst of rosé reflecting across the horizon and into the water—it’s a tantalizing final hour. It’s beyond romantic when … Continue reading
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
All things gather where life is a songThe river running byThe sunset and the dawn From the beyond and the deferred arrivalsthe spirit swellingLost in me, and in you time to be,time to see. Under gracehow lack that Iwhat testify … Continue reading