I am a shadow. Cast aside by the setting sun. It is a golden evening. I am the shadow in this golden … More
Tag: writing
old man winter
Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are … More
Inspired by the rain-washed light
Dear Friend, Keen tempered caterpillars are voraciously devouring leaves, eager to go into deep meditation. They would later wake up … More
Leafy Labyrinth
repetition. The same movement over and over, every time a little off. Every time the same movement? A little off? … More
Morning; Voyage
This morning the bed spit me out in distaste. I am not responsible for these dreams, I think out loud … More
Afternoon; Out Discovering
I stretched my body, arms reaching out to look for a vagrant cloud or two, to pull them overhead for … More
Down
In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my … More
Garden’s Poetry: A Young Couple
It has been almost ten months since I last took the camera out, spending soft moments with birds and insects… … More
Flying or Falling
how did I get here? which way is upwards? you can tell from the rush of air if you feel … More
Papering the Speed of our Breath
touch and go, barred window, oh quick spectacular rainbow! bunker beds, dingy hotel rooms, undocumented dorms that part of town … More