Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness. Advertisements
Dreams washed up on shore, all part of Beauty’s parcel, to move us, then fade.
The sea, as alchemist, storyteller, artist, and instant mythmaker all rolled into one, has no equal. Here we find an abstract shoreline flower, whipped up from silt and minerals and other Neptunal residue, and bearing a wellplaced stoneface of magnetic … Continue reading
Michelangelo met Neptune, and they sculpted on the same wavelength.
The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.
In the purple gloam, stone terrace mourns the loss of Juliet’s nightcalls.
Nostalgia, backlit by a warm, gashing flare, scoring Time’s passage.
Lone gull, stops, listens, the gospel of alchemy– water turned to gold.
Beach noir meets fable, Dashiell Hammett and Aesop filtered through lone gull.
Splitting image, one sun mounts another, cradled in nuptial fire.
