Tag Archives: joy
Find a puddle after a rainstorm. Close your eyes and dream yourself as a six-yr-old dreaming yourself as a magnificent and shimmering work of art. Or as a happy goldfish. Whether as shimmering art, or happy goldfish, open your eyes, … Continue reading
We are not here to tiptoe through the garden at night. We balance on the edge of a slow-whirling blade, a smooth silver plane with teeth, belonging to a star, unnamed, its heart a fiery proof and fade of joy … Continue reading
To all those wise, beautiful fools who have brought the medicine of joy and laughter to life, I salute you: Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh. Genius, in trespassing, has its necessary fools– Supreme gag order. … Continue reading
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.
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.
In childhood’s kingdom, grace-slicked glee and romp– winter moon watching.
Listen raptly to the furls of drizzle pecking upon thin glass, and you will come to know how close dreams are to trespassing rare intimacy upon closed worlds and distances.
Summer night, Brooklyn, girl’s desire for ice cream– Melting, time’s passage.
Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.
One of those days, sun bathing in elliptical gold– No clouds to obscure.