sans liberté

such a thing haunting and beautiful ghosts of sound you could call them echoes ancient rumblings sensuous vibrations lost, feelings such a thing is there such a thing? Could we catch the echo seal it in jade and hang it in the window the sun would ask the rain for its tears for it can … More sans liberté

Flying Ants

A tiny droplet of orange lands on my hand as I sit reading in the shade Looking up, expecting to see a bird closing its bomb doors I see nothing but the blue and the surrounding hug of the trees’ canopy I reach down to the grass to wipe away the perfect hit and there … More Flying Ants

Sacred places

In the depression of our hearts in the deepest, most sacred places of our souls this is where we find the moments, the beginnings of things There is no silence between heartbeats only the suffering of life’s echo waiting to begin waiting to end There is nowhere more sacred than that of ourselves where in … More Sacred places