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


Candle flame flickers a dance to kiss the wax and so bring sunshine within its cold and there with the heat the wax simply acquiesces and melts forming patterns of flickered kisses creating reflections, shadows and the breathings of time and there with the heat they coalesce into existence to create silent flames of desire/passion/tenderness … More Sunshine