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June 23, 2014


Wildflower. You were hidden. Like a sunset, silent. Brightly undiscovered. And unreliant. On human valuation. Or a gardener’s attention.Shaking in the wind.A natural convention.You are a thingthat is thriving.Wild. Flower.
June 23, 2014

I am only able to do…

I’ve got nothing left to offer the dayexcept a nodacknowledgingthat I’m giving into the end of try try trying.There is nothing urgent.There is no oneperfect solution. No need to addto […]
July 11, 2014

the witness of moonlight

Sleepless my eyes open to moonshadows on the wall. We are awake, alight together. I am compelled to go outside participating in a secret rendezvous with […]
September 1, 2014

The Re-imagining of Eve

She was in the Garden. Born there, all at once, complete. Not of the rib of a man, but of the pregnant imagination of Life itself. […]