Resuscitation

Waking up, not from sleep, but stumbling bleary-eyed from the Velcro clutch of torpor; the dark and padded room where fascination cannot reach, where wonder dare not cross the threshold, where life itself seems merely a shadow of a thing vaguely remembered from a past to which there is no return that is fading, fading,…

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Scents of smell

Photographs. Images captured, memories immortalized for the aeons. I find often the wish in my mind, as I experience life, that I should have the ability to photograph, preserve, and share scents as I perceive them . I wish to transport you to my olfactory world that you might appreciate Autumn from the perspective of…

Safety Deposit

Unlock something. Some matter that exists or existed in a form in which a key was once required for the opening. What used to be protected by that lock? Do lock or contents yet inhabit this world as once they did? At whose discretion were these secrets stowed, and from whom hidden? Queries to spark…

Witness

Shoes passing, eyes always only forward, no distractions, single minded. A world that wanders by, declining the opportunity to notice the bits of life, or loss of it. I look, I see, and in seeing, in taking time to notice, I draw attention from those others who would be simply passing by. Slowing, but never…

My bloody leaking heart 

Walking recently I was witness to a blue jay bombarded by small brown birds, tweeting, diving, circling.  I could only assume these feather bombs were undertaking their best attempt to protect their home and likely their feathered family.  First I wanted to assist, that blue bigger bird was ignoring their frenetic attacks and I felt…

Shadow flight of paper planes

Easy.  At the beginning, that's what this was.  Words flowed.  Ideas formed, clamoring for voices, pushing, squeezing, sneaking through the crush to stand most forward in the spotlight of my mind.  Fighting not to be forgotten, but instead shouted from this high platform of pixels (which evokes a tower built of legos in my mind,…

Drivel

  Life is a ladder laid on its side weaving and wandering the course we abide   twisting and turning have caution below beware of the others who recklessly go   carried in carts along uncharted path blind to the junctures where they may crash   dodge if they pass you jump, dance, balance, and…

Sliding Backwards

Forgetting is easy.  Fostering a habit is difficult, creating a routine and following in every footprint laid before you by you, treading the same path every day, learning to love it through the agony of repetition.  The path may be the same but the surroundings are different daily, explore.  Do not allow forgetting to be…

A light so bright

A time of joy and joining, of new love and old love and love that persists continually in being new every day, peeling back layers to reveal unexpected delights and unknown imperfections.  Beauty beheld in both, growing admiration.  Acquiring a partner worthy  of the endless journey into forever.