truths
truths hand themselves ruthlessly to the waiting and i stood before you with a large reed basket empty in my arms
truths hand themselves ruthlessly to the waiting and i stood before you with a large reed basket empty in my arms
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 …
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 …
each morning, as consciousness filters its way through the warm sand of sleep, limbs and torso loosely feeling sheets’ texture, the weight of the mattress. there is an incomparable experience of both here-ness and there-ness, an existence governed by physical science – the mechanical snap …
the path worn firm each step step memory stretched fingers break air and put soft sound to it fitting the hands like cotton gloves; a parting to move against morning light fits and throws leaf shapes to weighted wall a barrier to roaming sheep built …