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
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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
six string wall of sound hewn from heavy metal made for amplification wrenching a response from deep in the gut head bobbing spine tingling power chords that bit hard timeless riffs memory inked air played for all the Rock you brought we salute you submission for dVerse Quadrille R.I.P Malcom Young
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