Her forehead sweetly tilts,Her hands otherwise occupied,Tallying on the abacus of forgetting and collecting. The hanging moon with its gibbous glob of orangeComing over the slump of the scudding horizon,Above the darkening bangs of her land.
Continue reading →Starry rain and wine.Mind is a body for the skyAnd its canvas of clouds and air.
Continue reading →Bacterial Lords of the landEons of collective mindHow springy the forest floorDelirious with sleepComplicated relationships we might catch or mutter,Tightly bound in ganglia.
Continue reading →Chase the eye’s prize and turned inside, one mind to recollect all of the passing, the structure inherited of a thousand generations now somehow accessible by concentration and the attention to actual things, their origins and the places they play … Continue reading →
Tremble Still Saddled up and moving, glancing around, mimetic, telekinetic, gradual, sub optimal, eternal. All of the gravity can happen, Electro magnetism start from any point, sing any song, short or long, the duration, elation tragic comedy and graft with … Continue reading →
Salt Blemishes tanned and sunned and baked into continents and clouds and drift. Exotic dirt. Erotic calliope of painted hippos and carriages demur, of grace and élan on the mechanical turn table,of sound and sand, relaxing the muscles around the … Continue reading →
Almost a Sleeping Buddha Almost gone, the summit of the years and the down coast as from a great hill, a height of a hawk mile, a tuning fork of clouds, trees brushing a faint pastel. Coming back she says. … Continue reading →