02122014

release. 
a word that can liberate. or imprison.

what do you know of it… you?

yes. you.

you. with the drawn back shoulder blades.

you. with the liquid ice for eyes.


you. with the hair.
 dusted with pride. 


you. with the lips. voiceless and wild.

you. and you. and you, once more.

release.

release.

release.

what do you know of it?

tell me.

what do you know of it?

i need to know.

02022014

fall into my arms.

fall, and let this earth shatter into

a hundred thousand fragments of scintillation.

how do we live 
amidst so many questions 
left unanswered?

insolent questions, yes!

but then, how many questions fail to propel us

from the dreamscapes we love to inhabit into full wakefulness?

fantasies depart…

and return.

new stories beckon from the fringes

of platinum-lined clouds.

new fantasies.

new awarenesses.

we always know exactly what it is that we need.

of rest. of food. of emotion. of distance. of…

we know. because. we must. otherwise…

01252014

another mindful serendipity...

at the fringe of laughter, linger the tears…

waiting for the moment of inhale.

01192014

idyllic. eidolic.

these long, languorous sunday afternoons.

the neglected spaces existing in time.

the words… and then the silences…

what do they say of us?

and, what of this body… twisted and

whorled into a listless knot?

and, what of the sun… seated with such majesty

on the crest of an unbroken horizon?

and, what of the light… slipped

in between the body’s cracks… and

rested upon the heart… so gildedly?

and, what of our lips when they meet…

melting the words into the backs of our throats?