I want.Read More Wants.
Arenya entered our lives the same way she entered the house, swiftly and self-possessed. She wore a light yellow sundress and brown leather riding boots. We took her on at first for a trial week. She applied to be an animal curator and caretaker for our organic farm. We tested her, how observant she was. We tested how properly affectionate she could be with the animals, and how well she got to know us quickly….Read More Arenya, Part I
From her life, a story grows. The roots are in every choice she’s ever made. The branches are in the things she said. The leaves are her words, each one delivered slowly and with care. She came into my life and went I know not where. When I met this woman, she asked me what I loved. She ignored the useless talk of what I do and where I come from. We walked down the street together, opening our mail. Meaningless messages and empty words, some bills. She said she would take the long way to work, because that allowed her more time to ponder and wander. I wanted to follow her, but I didn’t dare. …Read More A Weeping Leaf
A sea of pink,
A sea of red,
A glowing blue
About my head.
When the wind whistles through the trees, it soothes me. My favorite color is the green light of the sun shining through leaves. When I was a child, I could spend hours climbing them, playing amongst the plants. As an adult, a butterfly can still distract me for minutes unending. They flitter and flutter and convince me there is beauty in the world. A plant on my antique white desk moves with the sunlight. It moves so swiftly, for a plant, that I see it in a new position every time I look at it. Its green and purple leaves leave nothing to be desired.Read More A Day At The Market
The wilderness gave me my name, How could you think I would be tame? Sent me out, disgraced or worse: Considered ugly by those with purse. From Babylon, Straits and Open Seas, We carried the torch far from these. We refused to play that alpha game, And in the end, there’s none to blame. I […]Read More Liquid Fire
Stupid fucking lawnmower Sounds are unkind Anger, frustration, Vibrations in mind… When will you lighten, soften loosen and quit? When will you silence, release, in peace, And just sit? Wondering widely, how to rewrite this game, I wish to relinquish this sense Of anguish and pain… How can one object cause so much strife, I’ve […]Read More Stupid Fucking Lawnmower
A flood. The first instant was chaos.The news, received with no less than a few hours to react, was their last step in a contingency plan, allowing ours to even begin….Read More U.T.O.P.I.A.