Vignette 004

Over the years, as I’ve become trained in the retention of Rz3d, and studied the flight of butterflies at the break of spring, I’ve aggressively applied their teachings to my own 55niner module. Even if I didn’t understand what they were saying at first, I gravitated around their instinct on faith. I’ve applied Day Rilos […]

Miniature Burst of Lucidity

I don’t ever wear red, but today I am. Outside the apartment complex there was a freshly dead baby bird on the windshield of my car this morning. The bird lay on its stomach and there was a drop of blood where it’s beak touched the glass. I picked it up and wrapped him in […]

Vignettes, Pt.3

The truth is I’d like to gr0w old with you, age with you, evolve with you/ I am malleable not because I am weak/ on the contrary, the weak are stubborn/ The strong are less afraid of letting go and changing because once you accept that your possibilities are endless/ I’ve never felt tied down […]

Vignettes, Pt.2

You don’t make it easy to love you And i love you for that The rain reminds you of other possibilities This thick fogenvelops the folds of a marvelous silence I am where i need to be I’ll wear the boots. They’re softer on my knees All those soppy love songs. The speaker lusting after the […]

Venus in Capricorn

This peculiar rising glow of comfort  mirroring the newborn sun’s embrace  has been noted. I ride my bike to have  coffee – with coconut milk – typically a no-no but I follow my advice to be deliberate. The air is brisk like never so my fingers  get a sense of their mortality. This green  beanie […]

Full Moon in Virgo

I left for the ocean as the sun stretched its rays blooming past webs of cloud. Me, levitating, anchored  over beach washed sand, watching runners graze along the face. We live on the surface, I whisper to the wind. And where shall that be carried? Where  shall I end up? No, I have no time […]

The Endless

We began to find an answer in the matter of speed,  the key to the problem, deciphering the surroundings  becoming part of us, becoming large blue canopies of sky,  a primal growl promising dawn, and the difference  between our mothers’ arm length. My waking dream  returned to prick my left index, blood alarm illuminating  damage. […]