outside looking in i have no idea how you suffered in your journey to womanhood my wife my daughters my sisters my mother how can i ever really empathise? no one forced me to do anything advanced their power at me ever i held the privilege of being white and male … Continue reading may you rise
jack frost came so beautifully this morning sprinkling Narnia across this land where i am so fortunate to dwell i could see the tinkling fingers of winter hear the warmth of a low sun taste the colours of iced crystals touch the silence within a tear smell the light lifting gloom i ceased to be … Continue reading oneness
What would it feel like to crunch a rock with your b(e)ar(e) hands? What if you were the rock? Rocks can't talk. Don't have feelings. They get smashed all the time. It's just a rock. Earth can't cry. Submission for Quadrille #46 All the Words
When the meaning is hidden where do we begin to look for the answers? In the space around that which we cannot see? The crunch is of course, that place is everywhere. Things are only hidden until they are found. Not looking is key. submission for De's crunchy prompt at dVerse … Continue reading don’t look here
tweak-finger dark-foot stepping snip-snipping night-life grooves te tssst te te tssst te te tssst te tssst te te tssst te te tssst tin cats hot roof blown straight wild out and beat time bright tapped ticking talk soul grit and grime and fucked up life smoked blind and free form whipping up storms of slated vine … Continue reading Fuck Jazz!
Change is the only constant Holding space between the no longer and not yet An amplification of all emotions pervades in this transition period Noticing everything in microscopic detail Getting out of my own way proves challenging Each step a new lesson in being here now Tonight's Poetics prompt hosted by me at dVerse … Continue reading Change
My plans are ice sculptures. Beautiful to behold and full of magic. Then they melt but their promise does not. They dissemble with a ripple that wobbles it's way slowly and surely to all the corners of infinity, touching every possibility along the way. That way I cease to put energy into worry about the … Continue reading ephemeral