from last summer
the meadow on these dark days of winter whisper sweet nothings to the blank page Continue reading from last summer
Month: January 2017
elephants in the room
time stands still if you pay attention if you stop and just gaze into the space which you happen to inhabit Continue reading elephants in the room
transmutation
a catalytic force of liberation and lessons once in a while my coyote trickster as i walk by these now usual haunts whispers Continue reading transmutation
The Best of ~ remnants, part four
originally published -> May 28th, 2013 in the bohemian grace of daffodils and whispering pines we are swaying, dancing our last waltz on a fresh path destined to opposite ways and goodbyes thru a twilight mist it fades campfire & squeeze-box and the glow of embers illuminate the moonlight and the fading coyotes call far off in the distance as we languish on these tired lines … Continue reading The Best of ~ remnants, part four
gear 1, 2, 3
and this i she rides by looking up cold blast i think fast down the city streets on my way to work up that hill gear 3, 2, 1 and i crest and i test this me the one eyeing 50 as i ride gear 1, 2, 3 Continue reading gear 1, 2, 3
whilst walking on the green
i was i am not normal i decided not lovers or friends nor foe projecting those shadows onto my wall all those doubts back into my head yet for what they are i saw from my sympathetic pit the loss again always to be about him, you, them so i set them free into the trees Continue reading whilst walking on the green
last summer with rose
beyond my stoop, this January day and i hide away with horns some guitar a piano as snow falls and melts away to Bach’s variations a Verdi, Dvorak an etude enchants me an ave Maria and i am back at the Grotto again i lost myself and found my soul as my heart beats the wind in my hair and the vistas a symphony of … Continue reading last summer with rose
balance
and it was and I am still a better me when i Continue reading balance
that broken sycamore
stripped of its leaves bare beauty still reaching for the sky, defiantly. Continue reading that broken sycamore
like snapdragons
like that snapdragon i felt the sunshine again and he melts away Continue reading like snapdragons
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