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evening: low again

fragile, the strands that you pull out of my hands and dance, carefree as if all you needed was this … More

evening, love, melancholy, photography, poetry, sad, writing

counting leaves

two leaves… only two leaves… two leaves! More than two leaves… three leaves… not that many leaves… less than four … More

art, counting, nature, philosophy, photography, poetry, rhyme, writing

Only a graze of that gaze

graze my voice with that gaze and I promise to spurt out for you a song, like the innocent brook … More

beauty, gaze, love, pain, photography, poetry, song, writing

spring, fall, love…

it’s spring outside, inside it’s fall perhaps the spring is going to fall, again storms, raging storms, torrents angry waves … More

heart, love, nature, photography, poetry, spring, writing

It’s Cold; Song of Desire

a string taut enough to spurt that note which rings in the hollows of our hearts, but only too slack … More

desire, flower, love, lyric, music, nature, photography, poetry, song

Drawn Asunder

sensation unbearable indeed when a yonder’s drawn asunder unceremoniously, from here separation reveals the most glorious mystery of bodies, of … More

farewell, love, mystery, photography, poetry, separation

Live wood. Dead wood. Undead wood.

dark tan… jumping a branch that shouldn’t’ve been down here… tapping fingers, fingers tap dancing upon smooth ceder wood surfaces, … More

absurd, forest, photography, poetry, wood, writing

Home… We lost…

broken shards, they penetrate the dusky walls of a sinking heart… I miss home… honesty, oh honesty, why do I … More

home, loss, love, night, photography, poetry, writing

floodgates: a me to a you… a you to a me…

…don’t know what you are going through, but maybe in a way I do. Only yesterday I felt like this … More

blog, consciousness, faith, friendship, letter, love, photography, poetry, writing

the world was a blur

preoccupied with a smile, not mine to begin with… only a moving glimpse, how we danced to the music… the … More

dance, Moon, night, photography, poetry, smile, writing

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