in the morning there was sunlight it drifted down through the trees in that summer way holding its breath waiting to be noticed for someone to look up and sigh to let it breathe to have found purpose though in other places or other moments it would claim such purpose as some silly peripheral thought … Continue reading in places
I work to fall standing up just to kneel over and over again climbing mountains just to light fires and watch the smoke float out over the earth joining clouds like family dissolving ash into water waiting on the sun to rise
i don't want to listen to the wind the soothing lies at the end of a day as the sun lies down are just the thing to confuse giving false hope faint praise and an admission that nothing has ever been wrong we haven't known each other long enough for that kind of trust to … Continue reading trust
don't worry the sun calls to us the mountains call to us wandering their lost paths running our hands against their solemn stone faces is like scraping grief and moments of despair from the very souls we love and reaching the summit is nothing short of a miracle
we sat together admiring the sun's descent clouds over stone cliffs
This isn't the new world it's the final world. Where the headstones mark time huddled together in a place where even the strongest met their match. The marble of tombs rising the only barricade to a windswept island where between thunderous downpours of rain there might be a respite of sun.
The morning doesn't seem to want to say hello to the sun there's a mist shrouding its presence even this cool air is trying to forget responsibility. I can relate. Holding my hand over my eyes as the bulbous orb forces its way over the horizon the only words the wind whispers are curses.
We looked across long rows of terracotta with wires rising up as if for each individual voice listlessly comparing themselves to the sun judging by their surroundings thinking: "This life, this is something special." Until of course the next wire rises and the next and the next caught in the sudden middle of a rising … Continue reading Above the Crowd
Left feeling adrift and alone on a sea of confusion where the only guide is a sun floating casually West to East and a moon that wanders across the horizon with a type of bravado reserved for alpha males parading the goods to a pack already having bought in.
In the heat of a summer afternoon we lie under the cool roof watching the sun move from east to west or rather the shade of a near maple leaning just so as its limbs bend and lengthen reaching for something unforeseen against a grass canvas.