Beautiful moments: a study

nine

breaths caught

and released

but never lost

beautiful moments: a study

eight

turning the earth
before planting;
blending old and new

Beautiful moments: a study

seven

chasing the sun
until it frees us

Beautiful moments: a study

six


a form full of hope
the future outlined
in bold

Beautiful moments: a study

five

I

spiders build webs
to capture love
thought lost

II

plates piled high
emptied
heart filled

Beautiful moments: a study

four

unravelled threads;
i am revealed

Beautiful Moments: a study

three

a tiny sprout
reaching for radiance
yet to be defined

beautiful moments: a study

two


as the sun scorches
winter
a pregnant moment
dilates

beautiful moments: a study

one

dirty tub
scrubbed clean
with the last of the light

a crisis of dawning

all my lifelines are offline, drifting in sleep. i settle for solo softenings with deep breaths and gentle reassurances uttered into the mirror.

the past and present swirl with dreamings. i am set adrift in the open sea. my imaginings fill spaces with hope and despair and all that i traverse in between.

i miss the way we tumbled into love
the distance aches

between solitude and lonliness

with a full head and an empty heart i scour the streets for something warm.

amidst the isolation i wonder why these are not my peers. sometimes a dream is so close you can sniff it and yet the belly fails to ache with hunger. i wonder at the life i have carved for myself and fear my mothers curse.

a thousand miles away something calls
barely audible above the waves

clean slate

we sprawl in sun and stretch limbs from earth to sky.

i find lessons in the small plants that grow so imperceptibly. in the clean spaces claimed in solitude. in the endless tetris of was and is.

finding the perfect place is an ongoing process.

the chicken and the egg are part of the same cycle.

there is no distinction between beginning and end.

like an apple, like a mango, like a pear

specifics elude me but i never forget an idea.

all things are birthed from limbo. growing pregnant with possibility. bellys bloated with smoke before fire. i just use ciggerettes as an excuse.

every reflection and recollection reminds me that i'm older than ever before. ripening on windowsills and in cupboards. a decade fluttering behind like a flag airing allegiences on the wind.

on the distance

we hold the sky in our hearts like a childhood memory.we hold the sky in our hearts like a childhood memory.

a background for action and meaning.

when bearings run thin and horizons run steep. we settle for the distance remaining. a kaleidescope of possibility chasing the hours around us.

in the disconnection we find solitude

and that draws us back to ourselves.n the distance

a background for action and meaning.

when bearings run thin and horizons run steep. we settle for the distance remaining. a kaleidescope of possibility chasing the hours around us.

in the disconnection we find solitude

and that draws us back to ourselves.

an early afternoon opiphany
settles me back into my skin

barbecue

lets slaughter the sacred cow...it's eating all the trees

my definitions lie dormant. static codes kicked up in dust. an absence of innovation.

when fear passes the threshold, none of us make it out unscathed. in the corner a kettle boils and i am dancing to it's whistle. like a freight train on amphetamines. i can't stop to carry the load.

all of my sins are absolved as i lick the salt from your skin.

somewhere deeper a small seed sprouts.
i shelter it from the wind.