October will be my spring held aloft in the soft pine needles of the stratus cloud placid waters a gelid graveyard, stagnant waiting "Be still, don't try harder," the adage whispers; I breathe. Sometimes, one can see his reflection on the surface beneath the periwinkle sun he contemplates the thought of drowning believes he must, …
three legs in the evening
it has to be natural the neatness, predilect and routine grocery lists, in business casual casually. as hair ages to its winter it must ought to happen biologically. but i have to wonder if wonder is the causalty. must it always be? do sunsets extinguish curiosity? will age consume the dreams within me? are riddles …
ode to a little star
as though waves washing back from obsidian shores the clouds reveal you i hear their hastening upon the wind. i know what you are, now; and yet, the twirling galaxy in my chest this interstellar gravitas plucks the awe in me like sea stars dusts my dreams with pearls. june 28, 2022. 10:08pm.
dearly beloved
A gentle melody that nudges— awakens, a memory it wasn’t love then, not yet just a noncommittal thought that you would always be there. The tune was dusty, metallic a music box phantom from somewhere the ashes of ashes vibrating soft melancholy of a forgotten matter of fact. to the unconditional love between a child …
untitled ii.
brick clouds, satin sky french thunder rumbles in jazz tears of the bayou. French Quarter, New Orleans, 10:37am.
untitled i.
Scent of coming rain whispers beneath the oak tree I await its tale. Jakuren Hōshi, 87
a straw and a camel
im tired of being okay with things im not okay with. the Congo Rainforest is being raped by sleazy companies and desperate bushmen California teachers marooned in parent's living rooms, the flag half-mast for a queen a queen in a nation of babbling democratic zealots; and it's funny, in that helpless sort of way. "sometimes …
tribute to Stevie Wonder
Ta-nehisi called it Mecca his Hampton University where the negro gunslinger waltzes with cotillion debutante I've found it here scatting on stage in black revelry a sweaty trumpet pleads: "love's in need of a little love today love is in need." Meyerson Hall held a sing-a-long tribute to the classics sung by Stevie Wonder. somehow, …
rue
a nudge at the hide of the sleeping bear i languish after that beast of inspiration yet, as with Wordsworth the thing appears to have run from my frailty rather than devouring me whole. writing is so very elusive at times. I remember childhood when I was bursting full of stories. now, I must purposefully …
mercy
1. dime si no es verdad que una flor es nada más una flor y el valor que tiene se lo hemos dado, así como le petit prince atesoraba su única flor la suya— 2. de tal manera recuerda el vecino gusano que cuida los lirios juega con los niños y después se le arrastra …
The-Bleu-Bivouac 