DREAMS IN RED

DETERGENT

NEVER BELITTLE THIS
BODY AS A WINTER
AS SILENT GREY

ALWAYS REVEL IN ITS
CONSTANT STREAM

FLOODED
FELT LIKE 

AN INTERNATIONAL
EVENT IN ANOTHER COUNTRY
FRIGHTENED FROM A
DISTANCE
A LONGER AND
LONGER MEMORY
OF A SUMMER
NIGHT

ARRIVE AS A FRIEND
WHETHER PATIENT OR
ASSURED

A MIRACLE THE LIPS

I DREAMT OF HERDS

THEN A BACK
ARCHING IN FRONT
OF ME
THEN,
A MULTITUDE WAS ANGLING
TOWARDS THE BEACH
TO WATCH THE WHALES
BEACH THEMSELVES
THEN BE RESTORED
“WHAT WAVES?”
THEY SAID
AS THE ORCAS SPUTTERED
THEIR EYES GROWING
DARK AS THE OCEAN
FLOOR
AND THEN BLANKNESS
MY FRIENDS GAZING
NO PAUSE
NO BREATH
WITH THEM I TRACED
AND SHOUTED A PATH
BACK
PADDED OUR CLOTHES
PLUSSED OUR BANK
ACCOUNTS
AND DISPERSED FOR
THE ALLEYS
AS MORE AND MORE
PARENTS DROPPED US
OFF AT SCHOOL
THE ADMINISTRATION
OFFERING THEIR THOUGHTS
LATE IN THE
AM

WHAT, LOVE
A PEACH THAT
SINKS YOUR TEETH

LOOKING FOR YOUR VOID
I BROKE SHOULDER BLADE
TO FIT

MARKED UP EVERY
FIGURE TO
SPIN AND SPIN

WHAT, LOITER
IN YOUR PARKING LOT
DENTED SPINDLY WEEDS

I COULD BURY MYSELF IN ANOTHER
OR KNOW THE STRENGTH OF MY OTHER

ALIVE IN MY ONENESS
AWAKE AND REDRESS

EACH COLORED MORNING
ABSOLUTELY

IT’S ALRIGHT
IF THE INFATUATIONS
SEEM ENDLESS

BECAUSE
WHY NOT

THERE ARE MANY
ON WHICH
TO DWELL ENDLESS

A SIMPLE VISIT, OR
A PARK BENCH
ON A LENGTHY STAIR CASE

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woosh wum (Ida)

Ida levels the long black barrel ahead
a deer that wrestles the loud forest floor

population control

Ida breathes bold smoke into the flightless
brown and white and red and smothered clearing

those who live and who know

Ida bends the recent/distant mem’ry
into steel that separates the old skin

like one that peels apples

Ida slaps their body onto the bone
not reckless but knowing the due process

the lurch that is new soul

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MANTRAS: 12/10/2018-1/20/2019

12/10/2018:

TODAY I WILL ACT IN LOVE. I WILL ACT ON HOW I THINK, TRUSTING AND TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY THOUGHTS. I WILL APPROACH CHALLENGES FROM A PLACE OF LOVE AND DEVOTE MYSELF TO THEM AS AN EXERCISE IN MY POWER. I WILL UNITE MY TRUTH WITH MY POWER. I WILL LEARN THE PRACTICE OF LOVING MYSELF.

12/11/2018:

NEVER LEAVE THE BUSINESS OF LEAPING. YOU LEARN TO LOVE THE GROUND AND THE AIR AND EVERYWHERE.

12/12/2018:

I WILL ALLOW THE SPIRIT TO SPEAK THROUGH ME.  I WILL ACT IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE LOVE WITHIN ME. THE SPIRITUAL MAINTENANCE REQUIRED. TODAY WILL BE EXECUTED AS SUCH. I WILL REMAIN OPEN AND RECEPTIVE TO OTHERS POWER.

12/16/2018:

I WILL LEARN A LOVE YEARS ON. I LOVE TO BUILD MYSELF AND OTHERS. TO SOOTHE FEAR AND FORGIVE THOSE THINGS THAT LIMIT THE TURNING OF MY SOUL. I WILL REFINE LOVE. COAX MYSELF BACK FROM WANDERINGS THAT WOULD ONLY SERVE OLD DEFINITIONS. EMBRACE MISTAKE. REMEMBER FALLING IS ALSO FLYING. I WILL EXPOSE THE TRUTH OF MYSELF IN ACTS OF RADICAL PRIVACY.

12/17/2018:

APPROACH AND EXALT. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO ACT.

12/18/2018:

TODAY YOU CHOOSE LOVE OF YOURSELF AND THE GROWTH YOU DESERVE, THE GROWTH OTHERS DESERVE. HELP EACH OTHER. LET THE TURNING OF YOUR SOUL RELINQUISH CONTROL FROM FEAR. LIVE FOR THE WORLD. LET YOURSELF BREATHE IN UNCERTAINTY AND ACT.

12/19/2018:

WITH LOVE AND ADORATION. ENGAGE REST. SLEEP WITH DREAMS OF DEEP OCEAN. HERDS.

12/21/2018:

YOUR NEXT HOURS TO GLEE YOUR HEART ON YOUR PROGRESS. TO SEE YOUR SUCCESS AND MISTAKES AS ONE LINKED TO YOUR LOVE AND YOUR PASSION. EACH ONE KNOWING THE OTHER AS NATURAL, AS THE BOUNTY AND PRICE OF EXPANSION. LOVE TO ALL THOSE WHO SUPPORT YOU AND YOU TO THEM.

12/22/2018:

YOUR TRAVELS A GEM AND YOUR RECONNECTING A REWARD. A CHANCE TO FULLY EXPRESS THE FULL CORE OF YOUR LOVE AND TO REVEL IN GENEROSITY. FORGIVE YOURSELF THE PAST AND CARRY YOUR IMPROVEMENTS FORWARD. YOU CAN.

12/23/2018:

YOUR LOVE FACES ITS TESTS TODAY AND THROUGHOUT ALL. YOU ARE WORTHY OF YOUR SOUL AND ITS TURNING. ITS FOLDING BACK AND FORTH. YOUR LOVE FOR OTHERS AND THEIR LOVE THE HANDS GIVING BACK AND FORTH. THE MAINTENANCE OF YOUR LOVE. TODAY IS A BREAKDOWN. TODAY IS FOR REPAIR. TODAY IS FOR KINDNESS AND GENTLE APPLICATION OF YOUR HAPPINESS TO YOUR LOVE.

12/25/2018:

YOU LET LOVE IN. AND LOVE RECEIVES YOU.

12/26/2018:

EVERY TWEAK AND TWITCH. YOUR LOVE CONTINUES ON AND SLOWLY OPENS ITSELF TO THE WORLD AND THE RESPONSIBILITY OF ITS TRUTH. YOURS IS FOR OTHERS AND THEIR LOVE ABUNDANT. SLEEP WITH EACH OTHER’S DREAMS.

12/27/2018:

DREAMS YOU SET FOR YOUR LOVE. THE ENDLESS WALK TOWARD ETERNITY. YOUR LOVE FLOWING FROM OUT YOUR BODY. GROWTH IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. PROGRESS OF YOUR AND YOUR OTHER’S SOULS. EACH DAY A GIFT AND SONG. LIVE FOR YOURSELF AND THE KINDNESS YOU CAN GIVE. MOMENTS DON’T NEED TO RUN AWAY WITH YOU. THEY CAN FILL YOU ENTIRELY WITH YOUR PRESENT SPIRIT. YOU’VE THE RIGHT TO YOUR LOVE. REMEMBER YOUR KINDNESS AND STRENGTH. REMEMBER ALL THE LOVE FOR YOU. AND ALL THAT YOU’LL DO. HOW MANY NEW LIVES BEGIN AGAIN. YOU’RE BETTER AT PROGRESS THAN YOU KNOW.

12/28/2018:

YOU LOVE GUIDES YOU TO WHERE YOU’RE MOST FREE. TRUST IN YOUR LOVE AND ITS LARGER OUTLOOK. YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CHANGE YOUR SITUATION AND LIFT YOURSELF AND OTHERS TO THEIR HEIGHTS. REVEL IN THE SOLITUDE YOU’VE BEEN GAINING. EACH DAY FINDS YOU CHANGING. YOU ARE LOVED AND YOU ARE GETTING BETTER AT LOVING YOURSELF. ALL IS ABUNDANT AND REVEALED, SLOWLY.

12/29/2018:

YOU GIVE VOICE AND VOLUME TO YOUR LOVE. YOU OPEN YOURSELF TO CREATION AND ENGAGE ITS EVERYNESS. YOU CARRY YOUR TRIUMPHS AND EXPERIENCES INTO EACH DAY. YOU LIVE. YOU LIVE BY CHOICE AND THROUGH YOUR DEATH YOU LIVE. YOU ARE FREE IN THE HOLIEST WAY. LIVE YOUR LOVE.

12/30/2018:

FORGIVENESS AND GRATITUDE. YOUR LOVE OPENS THE GATE TO YOUR SOULS REVOLUTION. THE HEART AND SOUL CONNECTIONS YOU CREATE AND STEWARD AS PART OF YOUR LOVE ETHIC. AND ENDLESS RENEWAL. SEE THE STRENGTH OF HEART YOUR LOVED ONES INSPIRE. YOU ALL ELECT YOURSELVES THE BENEFICIARIES. RETURN TO LOVE. RETURN TO SOLITUDE. PRACTICE THEM. FAITH IN THE MOMENT AND ITS COMMUNICATION.

1/1/2019:

END OF TRAVEL. BUILDING YOUR LOVE ETHIC ACROSS SPACE. ENLIVENING YOURSELF. THE BEAUTY AND VARIETY OF THOSE YOU LOVE. BRING EACH DAY CLOSER IN ACCEPTANCE OF LOVE. OF DEATH AND LIVING.

1/2/2019:

SLOW RECLAMATION OF YOUR FACULTIES. ALL FILLING THE THOUGHTS AND QUESTIONS YOUR LOVE SUPPLIES. CONTINUING WITH BALANCE. EMBRACING CLEAR MIND AND INTIMATE CONNECTION TO THE SOUL. CONTINUAL REVELATION AND ENGAGEMENT. APPROACH ALL WITH TRUE DESIRE. FORGIVE.

1/3/2019:

YOUR CHALLENGE IS YOUR CHANCE. YOUR LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING FEED YOUR CONFIDENCE. EVERGREEN AND EVER GROWTH. YOU ARE SPILLING INTO A BIGGER CONTAINER. OVER THE EDGE AND INTO THE AIR. ALL ABUNDANT TONIGHT. ALL THE EFFORT AND KINDNESS. YOU ARE LOVED.

1/4/2019:

FRIENDSHIP REVEALS A COMMUNAL ASPECT OF YOUR LOVE. HISTORY AND THE COMBINED PURSUIT OF ALL YOUR IDEOLOGIES. YOUR PATHS ENDLESS ALONG EACH OTHERS ROUTES. YOU WILL KNOW THE LOVE AND BASK. A DESERVED REUNION AND EXALTATION FOR ONE ANOTHER. THE BEST AND HOLIEST LOVE.

1/5/2019:

AWAKENED BY LOVE. AND HOLDING HANDS WITH THE LONG MARCH. YOUR CHALLENGE ALLOWS FOR EXERCISE AND EXPLANATION. BUILD EVEN IN THE RAIN. YOU ARE ENDURANCE AND KINDNESS. BELIEVE. FORGIVE. LISTEN. LOVE IN EVERY SMALL WAY WHEN YOU ARE ABLE. COMMUNE WITH YOURS AND THE SPIRIT. ALLOW YOUR SUN. YOU ARE LOVED.

1/7/2019:

YOUR MEMORY AND SOLACE. THE WARM NATURE OF SOLITUDE. YOUR LOVES RESTORATIVE PRACTICE. ENGAGED IN THOUGHT AND THE AIR. BREATH ABUNDANT. COMPASSION FOR THE BODY’S LONE POWER. AWAKE. REVEL. LIVE.

1/8/2019:

OPEN IN YOUR LOVE. LOUD IN THE MAINTENANCE. CALM IN THE DARK. BUILDING THE LIGHT. A RELAXED HABIT. NO LONGER A SENSE. MORE OF A HAPPENING. PATIENT AND LOVING. ALIVE.

1/9/2019:

LOVE MORE THAN EVER. IN YOUR DREAM. HERDS.

1/10/2019:

YOUR LOVE REVEALS ITSELF WHEN NEEDED. REFLECTION AND SOLITUDE ARE POWERFUL TEACHERS WHEN FED ENOUGH TIME. FOCUS ON THE SPIRIT AND THE REMEDY OF HOPE. THE HOLY SOLACE OF PATIENCE AND APPLICATION OF LOVE.

1/11/2019:

TODAY WAS A LOVE THAT IS MATURING. CONTINUE THE COURTSHIP.

1/13/2019:

YOUR LOVE ASKS FOR YOUR ENDURANCE TO THRIVE. YOU POSSESS THE SKILL AND FORETHOUGHT TO BUILD YOURSELF WHOLE. THE LOVE ETHIC ASKS FOR INTEGRITY AND IT ASKS FOR FORGIVENESS. FORGIVE YOURSELF WHEN THE PAST VISITS. DESERVING OF LOVE.

1/14/2019:

NO LOVE ILLICIT. ALLOW IT BRILLIANT AND RESOURCED FROM YOU. CYCLE AND GIVE. FORGIVE.

1/16/2019:

MEMORY SERVES YOU IN YOUR PURSUIT OF LOVE. TO FORGIVE AND GAIN EVIDENCE IN SUPPORT OF YOUR ABUNDANCE. LIVE THROUGH. LIVE LONG IN EACH MOMENT. AND FOCUS ARRIVES LIKE A COOL HAND. ABSOLUTELY.

1/17/2019:

CONTINUALLY BORN INTO LOVE. EACH MOMENT AN EXALTATION EITHER SILENT OR NO. EITHER WAY. A PATH TOWARDS LIFE WHILE COMFORTING THE REALITY OF DEATH.  A SOLACE AND UNENDING STREAM OF ENERGY. A LIFELINE. THIS LOVE. WINDOWS AND BEAMS. CEMENT OF FORTUNE. ABUNDANT ABUNDANT EVER EVER.

1/18/2019:

SLEEP AND PROGRESS. WHAT THE BODY LEARNS TO LOVE IN SLUMBER. HOWEVER FLIGHT IMBIBES LEGS TOO PLANTED. YOUR LOVE LEGLESS AT THE WATERFRONT. A CURRENT. A SOLITUDE. A LONG WALK ALONG. BREATHE THE EXPANSION OF THE LAST WEEK. ALONG. ALONG.

1/20/2019:

BUILDING A SLOW HOME FOR LOVE. PATIENCE WITH YOUR LOVE AND OTHERS. ENTICE SILENCE AND EAT ENOUGH TO JUST FILL. FORGIVE EVERY ARTICLE OF YOUR LIFE’S SCHOLARSHIP. WRITTEN WITH WHAT TOOLS WERE ON HAND. EVER. LOVELY. EVERNESS OF YOUR LOVE.

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wilderness of spirit

…gives meaning to the wilderness of spirit I am living in.

– bell hooks, all about love


 

mantra in an underground

your finger draws the bead of sweat down my forehead
each heat in me radiating inward into your thin point

what, this baptism
what, this turning of the soul

and endless from the corner humming

“sun

the

one I

love

will have

the

sun”

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wander ladder (*warning, this is a weird poem)

Part 1: I returned with a smile. With a long exhale. That restored the rhythm. Eventually, a harmony. Bombardier belonging. To vision. In the company of loved ones. Alone. Awake in it.

Like.

Less alcohol. Less sex and more long pauses on each others chests. Hadn’t felt intimacy since August 22nd 2017. This was not a problem – more, a circumstance (well it was a big problem for a bit there, ya).

Drank drank it in. I remember breathing it directly into the skin.

Uffda.

A partner. A lounging search for one. Or, prefer knowing now the slow turning of soul that is solitude. Took time. Taking time. Takes. Lives happily at the bottom of the lake 🙂

Now. Melt with the windows. 

Part 2: My friends lately. Bend down. Their breath bold smoke in the cold. Their champion. Are we going to be ok? Well…yes. Their love and mine in utero.

These Babes. They’re wild-longing. I know these, the most impressive people.

They lend each other rain.

They’re just, lil bubbos.

Part 3: Well, love does take shape. No need to set fire.

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Thrilled

at the sudden loving

this is what they spoke of

when they spoke of happiness

when they mentioned maintenance

as the true act of love

every door seems larger, longer

than before

img_1883

Past few w33ks

like the constant flush of oxygen
that remedies a wound

yes the gratitude
yes the sudden realness
yes the flooding song

of healing

at the edge of the celebration
comes the ritual bend of ribs
as they wait for expanding lungs

and tomorrow

dance again
awake in an abandoned
search for the tongue

claim my family hand
on heaving shoulders

this is not cheap
this absolute pursuit

or the soaring
that is knowing others

waiting at home
and helpful for it

a sister’s child
is alive and warming
the inner arms
of those who hold him

arrives baby Leo,
makes well.

Song for trust

 

Bump.

 

Regular slick flow, and a held hiccup

Feels sweet you know, after a few minutes

After a few minutes, shoulder socket aches

A numb hand, and a swelling lip

Every every night we total, and paper spits out

The report works well, to keep track

To keep track, and settle our accounts.

Your account of me, might mismatch

When I’m down, near your knees

When it’s mugged, the air and heat

You finally feel your skin, and a touch

What’s twitching, your need or your hunger

Your need or your hunger, is it any difference?

With a broiling, and a hug wrapped thick

Slide into pants, slide into blue jeans

Both of us a shiver, out late in the back

and it suddenly-

 

Jumps.

 

Recall a sun, gentrified

In its glow, its setting hums

We were both settling, into an eventual humdinger

We were both in love with, and out of

We were both, fluid and skimmed at the top

When the cream lands, it splats

Then dries in the day, then a dog licks it

Then a dog licks it, and others recoil

At the sight, at the singleness of this dog

This dog licking spoiled, and then along it trots

With a smile, relaxed and spilled across a snout.

I left with a smile, I left with a sharp inhale

Eyes twitching from stress, and a machination

That bends every choice, into a marathon

Into a marathon, is how most enter

Is how most enter, telling of their exit

Sometimes it’s just worth it, an enthralling

An enthralling, and digestion

And digestion, comes after a sickness of fullness.

Lump.

 

Were you at home, when your original desire

Locked eyes and held you, worked a foreign air

Languid and disruptive, and destined to bend

And destined to bend, you did bend

But with a poker in hand, the whole way tense

The whole way tense, the whole way unrelenting

Even if the goal, never resembling that original

Seemed to hunch like a beacon, a hill unknown

And launching toward, a regular durge.

It rained, it rained for one million years

And your oceans filled, though they filled slowly

And you brought life, in and around wherever

It could fit, it could push through placenta

Warm lines of air, flowing directly into

Flowing directly into, never ceasing

Never ceasing, you brought in air

You brought in air, all around and warm

Will they know warm air, and the deafening

Of one million crickets, singing as the warmth drops.

 

Slump.

 

Terror of the bed tonight, longing for an extra hour

Longing for an extra hour, and lounging in effortless

This will continue, and for months it will pour

It will spill onto passerby, and swish in their mouths

You’ll notice strengthening of muscles, and dirt

And dirt, will begin to collect in the corners

The noises will combine, to a fruitful chime

And bring you some solace, and time

And time, will continue through and back around

You’ll as a circle, rip tear and careen.

For the time being, careening is effortless

To stop the careen, to stop the floating

In the middle of the day, without the clocks wish

You’ll notice your second hand, and stop

And stop, it’s not worth the minimal effort

It’s not worth the minimal effort, but wait

Wait and you’ll receive, the effort of waiting.

Trust.

 

What can be owed, to an eventual trust

The rushing blood of time, or the eternal.

Or the eternal, forever perched in mind

Overseeing not fate, but a sense of purpose

While direction is the end, and not a sense of purpose.

However you spend this time, will it not eventually end?

So.

Relearning alot.

Remaining aloft.

This is growth.

This is change.

Not expected.

But desired.

And perfect.

 

Lushed.

Patience listens up

Hi All,

A fun change this month – a new look! Collaborator/longtime friend/cousin Katie Hands graciously shared her work for this post in addition to tips on site design. Katie is a wonderful writer, and hosts her own blog, here. Please take a look.

This month we focused in on the theme of Patience – one that both of us have been wrestling through lately. It’s a trying time. As we know. The search for patience can sometimes feel like a lost cause. However, time takes its time. Brighter days. The revolution must be joyous.

Enjoy!


Days gone by
by Katie Hands

There are many things
I never told you
Because I didn’t take the time

The words spilled out
Inside my head
Drowning out the rest

Those words I spoke
But didn’t speak
Haunt me to this day

There are many things
I should have said
But couldn’t form the words

Days go by
And each year ends
But the thought of you remains

And everything I never said
Will while away the days

For each new morning
And impending dusk
Will be the only remaining change

One day I’ll tell you everything
If given the chance to speak
And so I’ll wait in the days to come
I’ll wait for you patiently


youth,
by Alexander Gudding

*note: a “>” indicates a redirection of thought

you’re home
when you want to be
haunted

this forest is for your tree
and your tree a forest

with a collapse
and winded, the branch
heaves

so too this feeling,
without incident.

>

a late walk
jeans melting into
thighs.

house lights enthralled
with their occupants,

the looks of
parents listening
intensely,

buildings brown’d against
a blu’ing sky.

>

nowhere,
patience strides
frequently

and rules minds
and holds limbs.

where earth-bound,
a body touches
skin,

and a thought,
lived in.

>

a rumour
lengthens out over
time.

a synapse tingles
to remember.

fussy hands
over a head of
hair,

the spirit’s knuckles
crack and pop.

>

heading out
bending through
solids,

patience mourns.
in times of unrest

its ink settles
at the edges of the
heart.

a heart it seems,
can change color(s).

>

no cleverness
can expedite
growth

as bones take
their time, their breadth.

what feels like waiting
under each other’s
moonlit

desperation,
desperate. desperate.

>

impatience, stop
listing gains like
groceries.

let friendship
and unlimited fervor

build in plain sight,
build bridges
alight.

the runner stopped,
and fed.

>

a body new to
its yearnings encounters
incident.

lipstick underlining
each new word, learning,

a body can be
as gentle as any
other.

the morning will arrive,
all the same.
patiently.

>

air slowly
leaps as we
kiss,

our hands are Beautifully
arranged on the face.

We tiptoe along each
other’s fault lines,
quaking.

stuhp


UMa: Ursa Major

bend your face alittle
over your lease
up above the end of the street
your body out in public
healing in real time
your knee unlocks
eases itself into the lake
a warm body with
a cool top

you chose gentleness
in this new heat
how is strength always
hiding in the bending
grass
how does it arrive w/
the morning
some mornings
and lend uncertainty
a better blanket
to keep the air in
sitting content or
some kind of happy
on the stoop

hopping
through the past
few months
myriad ectothermic
friendships that glisten
new against the passing
glass
as the entire pier
shifts from deeper
currents farther out
again,
does it arrive w/ those
same currents
events nearly imperceivable
until suddenly-
the sea

or a body’s back
on the wooden floor
a warm thing
and a hardness
linking Earth to
shoulder blades
no need to hammer
them into submission
or die for the cause
in anticipation of
a sundowne

be the bear they say
an ursa major
how to balance the
inner she-bear
with longer and longer
claws that push from
the floor
of a darkening sky
no matter if, or
when, an easier
rest approaches

either way
it’ll take
some black lipstick
or blouse to entreat
a dance w/ a new version
on the street newly
tarred
no, not barren or
destructive
again,
choosing an embrace
and pumping
each others blood

hands
take my hands
heap them on
until the dreams
continue through
their best parts
unabated
and then the drums
from out the mouth
beating
out to the corner
join me in the flight
a membership
an annual event

yes the revelry
yes the red lanterns
yes the silence on the
edge of the celebration

we can escape there
Any time we need

the voice and lights
fading as we exit
again,
softly

july. thirty. won.

Anddd we’re back. This month featuring the illustrations of Jacob Storer. We explored with some new styles, writing and painting in tandem, one medium influencing the other – and some slapdash random amblings.

Enjoy!

1)

IMG_9088
One fresh off the press to start:
So many new bodies and edges and
Shapes
Distort the memories of your skin.
To now, where I would hush to see it.
Fall forward, as if it were a pool;
And never toe the bottom.
An early dust with cold blankets
And a bright, muted sun
a day to suffer a
Joyous rebellion
Your forearms
Still lifting
Still and ligaments
Soldered into some thick-clothes
Busting shock of ice
As a greeting.
Welcome home to the plains;
No cap here
Just thinner
And thinner sky
While a weighted car turns over
in its bed of metal.

2)

IMG_9087There’s that fear again.

Peeking around the corner.

Framed against the purple.

Come to sabotage through silence.

Through the dark.

Light makes the biggest waves.

Seem benign.

In their sighing.

As they slam into shore.



3)

IMG_9090dandelion
dampered

darling
design

delivered
desecrate

Bud, bud, just – relax

dood
don’t

Tell me to relax

Dialogue

Dinner
Somewhere

We spoke of patience earlier
And what that harboring
Could eventually unleash
As an ocean

Ribs spreading from within
Like fins from long ago
Our heads swell
With the sudden

Akimbo

Hold on we say
Throttling the dash
Amassing inner wealth
Over atrophy

We’ll rim around again

Certain

Have to look don’t we
Even when we don’t know
What we’re looking at
Well

Worth the business
Of looking

Or spreading the wings of vision
Over the clouded sun
Our spots grow
As we glisten

Full on the air of place
And decision
We’ll apply a straight line
To accentuate

IMG_9092

Thoughts like baleen
Unnerving sense of expansion
In crowded lines
Pointing both up and down

Bump

Bump

Lunge

Ralphed all on

Is it an aerial view
We missed all along
Instead of a wall dripping

Maybe.

IMG_9091
Pollen suddenly collects on the island and the corners disperse they seem to dwindle if nothing else and leave the rest of the shapes desolate of texture or populace as they spread from one island to the next to the next to populate and impose or direct the water’s flow now that the land has been had the land has been decided for, not with so attempted that it now submits to the growing blend

Too late for the islanders

Bridges have been built
Across acidic lakes
Cross-hatched parcels
Lent to one another

An endless stream of dirt
That will eventually compress into a crown
Atop the holder’s head
Holds them all up