Great white bodies are
floating across Manets' dotted
blue white sky. Curling edges
beckon and reach as
clouds glide forward, merging
into a single, softened line.
Such clouds seduce me into
thinking this world is good,
this world is easy,
when today it is not,
it is not.
I feel despairs' quick knife
slice across my chest
as I gaze up, with always the
companion, a sharp inhale of pain
and at the slow release,
peace invades
through the open wound.
September
The oak tree in the backyard is finally turning yellow. I'm always reminded of these photos I took with Andrew and Nadia when the tree ...
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Excavation They are out in the street, digging up the cement with huge metal claws. Beneath is the dried dirt, full of pebbles. Below tha...
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The leaves on the big backyard Oak have the first tinge of yellow and boom. My brain, friend and foe, presents a memory, me talking the two...
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A harsh wind fists the forests’ wall of leaves. The shaken green smell expands my chest, cracking me open to air. Thunder sounds, vibr...