These leaves are like the last green in the paint pots—dried up, dull, and rough, behind the flowered umbels whose blue is not their own, only mirrored from far away. In their mirror it is […]
These leaves are like the last green in the paint pots—dried up, dull, and rough, behind the flowered umbels whose blue is not their own, only mirrored from far away. In their mirror it is […]
Recently, a friend asked me if there was anything that I’m not interested in, and my mind went blank. I’m a learning addict. I carry around piles of piles of actual books augmented by even […]
I’m afraid that one day/
I will see what is missing/
Instead of what is there/
Daybreak/
The ocean her mirror/
A willet dances/
Shelter from rain/
Is also armor from the sun/
Drop the umbrella/
And get soaking wet/
A world of distractions/
So much to see/
But what about the dragonfly?/
The sound of birds flying /
freely through the eventide /
Stillness is falling /
Sunshine escaping /
through the orange grove revealing /
Slices of pure light /
What is love but swans /
interlinked like chains rusted by /
a lifetime of tears /
“You can’t please everybody. You should worry if you are pleasing everybody.” -Jonathan Franzen