Tag Archives: nature
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees. Advertisements
A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.
Consciousness, a gift of accelerating time, provides no answers.
Sometimes I am a smoker and a drunk Sometimes I’m not and engage with the world Sometimes whirling and curling I accept all animals as equals Sometimes that is my only hope to accept my own species Lately the arrogance … Continue reading
Here: too warm for Spring, not hot enough for Summer– a nameless season. (figtreepress.co.uk/liminal.htm)
White laden—back arched against the brilliant cold— your example locks my admiration and my empathy in an embrace that doesn’t know what to do with itself. My perception puts you in an instant of deep bend, the dance fully engaged, … Continue reading
When the dream begins you are not quite there; you love her rumpled face with the thousand-yard stare, and the dream begins. When the dream begins you focus on the now, you see the path ahead, but you don’t quite see the … Continue reading
Microscopic armies clash, silent until I cough. The universe seeks the life of my form, my protoplasm, my individual identity. The universe will always win the final war, but these small battles are mine, gaining humility and wisdom to give … Continue reading
The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading
Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.