Ask a child, any child, what the difference is between Monday and Thursday? No matter how they respond, look them in the eyes and tell them how wonderful they are. Advertisements
I am a young boy, fated to innocence, walking through the lavender mist of Time’s softly slipped dream, every grain of sand a stitch in the marvel of kingdom’s comely veil.
I have spent so many years detailing and outlining and mapping out fractures, a pirate osteopath with a cartographer’s bent, and now, galvanizing a mutiny meant to take me out into uncharted waters, I see, beyond my terror of the … Continue reading
To be given over, again and again, to amen, upon this earth, to bind renewal, through wonder tended, by savor’s witness.
After I love you the three most powerful and talismanic words in the language might be I don’t know, instant reducer of ego, canal-cleanser for deeper listening, ventilator of humility and breathing room, not to mention a reverential nod and … Continue reading
The only voice of hers I know is in my head, frozen to an untouched form, lying, bedwarmed, in gravity’s stead.
She wonders, nightly, nothing specific, just stray thoughts leaking old dreams. (Photo by Brassai)
Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.
After her heart fell to seed for the first time, the young girl wondered– How many tissues throughout mortal history had been used to absorb the world’s weeping, fragile, tenuous nets for dreams that slip through?
