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The ongoing rabble and cinematic narrative in my mind is finding how nourishing and full and tender the heart can grow steeped in silence alone. Advertisements
When the clean quiet fullness of your heart rises and begins to drown the rabble in your head in white light, within and without become clear matching mirrors.
Peter Pan’s Jesus complex turns flights of fancy into guilty pleasures, sacred geometry into zero accountability, stillborn freezes into high, happy fevers, starling charms into martyred alibis, deeply felt distances into shallow runs of intimacy, and yet beneath all the … Continue reading
The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.
After the deluge of lemons stopped, adults everywhere, altered by the citric downpour, carved into the future with zest and salacious glee, and set up stands on sidewalks and roadsides, selling lemonade refreshed from the heart of Childhood’s immutable lore.
The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.
Sometimes a word scratched in dark ink onto a page is the loneliest sound in the universe, and yet, what beautiful solitary company these verses endeared to mortal failings.
Everyone’s dark is coming up and it isn’t going to be pretty, as well it shouldn’t be. Beauty, as a rugged force, as thorny swaths of dream-thistles, blooms through night-fasting, and respiring enclosures of dark. Beauty marks the hidden faith … Continue reading
By tenderest shoots, nuptials chance a star’s violet gleanings, Souls, in turn, twin to a greening grown true in hearts ennobling.
Pane of glass, frosted, Winter’s pulse slowed to dream deep– Bare heart’s hidden spring.