My love for you was greater than the riptide memories of before. My love for you was greater than the handicapped countdown to when this would end. My love for you was greater than the many-footed tarantula tickling fear out of the Truth. …or, the teardrops that would form in your remembrance… …or, the illusion … Continue reading →

the cliff, the edge, the persistence of the waves — crashing; fluidity meeting solidness and where they meet: weathering, tumbling, merging into shell spirals and into star rays who patiently glide along the ocean floor. then, tentacle tongues wrapping themselves with curiosity around anything that moves. the persistence of the waves — crashing; fluidity meeting … Continue reading →

This bush is alive. This bush is alive with orange fans waving like over-heated antebellum charmers flashing smiles between wing beats that send me into a cacoon dreaming of flowering sweet tea fountains sticky and gooey with life. This bush is alive; reaching out its floral fingers into the air so they can drink of … Continue reading →

We crave sound waves… Words mingling, tongues tingling with fresh thoughts not store bought. Words kissing air as vowels stop and stare. An interjection’s connection — an afternoon’s verbal reflection. September 2006

A trail of wood, brick and mortar, mud, bamboo, animal hide… What remains of our homes echo in forgotten forests, and in fragments beneath the earth. Some parts are carefully salvaged and become part of new homes, and of the postcard memories of our pasts; walls giving way to windows, roofs giving way to the … Continue reading →

the sun rises bringing tropical heat: turmeric smiles show coconut, white teeth a papaya tongue shapes rounded words neem breezes sway termite trunks as motorcycles wind down dirt paths ageless brown bodies move underneath cotton ageless brown fingers weave palm thatched roofs ageless brown feet jingle with small bells the sun sets bringing a desert … Continue reading →

Fires, flares, warnings and blares… These cities raise hairs and increase bus fares. Catastrophe — jeopardy — streets sweet with burglary… The cops run a nursery. The mind does intertwine with this crime and finds that it pines for the divine. It is and always will be — uncontrollable mystery, drinking our history, stirring our … Continue reading →

She waits for you as she normally does with her mind open, with her heart open and her eyes closed. As always your path to her is winding. A different path you take each time — though you know you will find her resting in her palace of oyster and clam shells with their dark, … Continue reading →

did that tight ball of budding bloom know that one day it would rise from the mud through the murky water to unfurl its petals in all directions with its soft center pulsing like a bare chest cradling the endless sky? did it even question its role in the great journey — to see what … Continue reading →

Black: Cosmic genius, pitch and tar. White: Penumbra, dove plumage. Gray: State undefined, restless mind. “You know plain enough there’s somethin‘ beyond this world; the doors stand wide open. There’s somethin‘ of us that must still live on…” ~ Sarah Orne Jewett, “The Foreigner” Sometime in 2000