truths hand themselves ruthlessly to the waiting and i stood before you with a large reed basket empty in my arms

this season is hard to leave creeps back with its microbes and chrytatine hand to layer itself shimmery this morning on tender growth, dark soil. by four-thirty, the sun not yet pulling at the dark resting barely warm against my sleeved arms bare trees pressing …

dusk falls on the highway earlier than it will for another year end meets beginning hay fields tugging windows, open space kaleidoscope green velocity freedom three days gone to judicial duties these granite shoes full of swelling sadness rendered immobile – the imperfect – for …

miracle the aging brain individual mind patterns congealing a routine– a soft cheese in whey – and comfort, conditioning maturing feels dense, definitive and we are none the wiser thinking we masterour neural pathways. the blunt edge of new passes soft through mapswe are but …

I cannot slow down the movement from one place to another my journey and others just dashes and dots starts and stops a blue line map I am a shuttle cock erupting, then draggy wobble fitted flexible next to moms and suits adolescents sprung with …