Chaff to food, as we are to gods. Who shall we call to this task? The loss of something is the gain of something else. She was the new hero […]

Today was a day of beautiful grace. There was light, and grey and darkness. Birds at dawn, quiet in those early morn’ rays. Cool breeze, water dropped out of the […]

New DayNew HopeSkeptic SightVisionary LightCarry me home mama, makes it all rightThe Sun ShineAfter Cloudy DayIt's MyHappy WayI'm thinkin' 'bout comin' home Angels of future speak no liesAngels of future […]

This is the face of wraith and vengeance. Hate. A sin to destroy the effervescence of the soul. A Pulverantilist opens up to all stations of life. The ugly, the […]

And when flowers bloomRoots dig deep, strain roomMy beloved son came to this place to teach me loveI have met none a soul as purelights of joy, transports of ecstasy, […]

There is a force inscribing and painting and sculpting on the canvas which is the universe. There is art everywhere. [fascism arrived in the form of editing and deleted a […]

We grew up on the rivers and waters we cities. We built bridges and waterfronts and grew into large cement and macadam growths, like the desert hills swallow the jungle. […]

I began innocentI began pureI am the end of somethingI am the beginning of somethingI can not discern---- the differences of the somethingswhere I end and she beginswhere she ends […]

From afore. I couldn't get enough of that simple window frame, whilst struggling with ideations and suchIn the midst of another cold dark winter, a bright hot muggy summer. I've […]

Love starts in the anguish of soilThe waters of life flowing gently from cold streamsSalt minerals the flow to the ocean on emoting violenceLife is violenceSilenceAcquisition of another's allWhether into […]

This ole Tasma. Fungus growing on the emulsion. Life present, always consuming in all environments where there are molecules. An old Kodak 35 with a cracked lens. Baby loves the […]

M avoided the ocean. To savage whilst also a pity I feel. Long days on waves stretching out in languorous sky, billowed at the edge. At 10 knots the salted […]

So close. So close. Falling in our hands as only a fruit at perfection. The thrust even in a solitary bush is to motion. I am like a blueberry as […]

There are no pictures this moment %%%%. Orange Pop. There are no cadences. I-II-IV-V, or I,dimVII, III, V,suspIV… OR even the V of the V for the flat seventh degree. […]