The upside-down speaks change. Faded pinks and greens in the 6:00 sun bearing down, Dust particles lazy galaxies in spring wind, Jumping at a little noise, So deep was my concentration then.
Heady magic waves breaking at the corners of vision into integers, into dots and commas the pull towards the edges sits heavy in my chest with my arms light and tingling one eye pounding, one shoulder cocked ache in the wrist from another life gravity the deceiver, space the liar we are all grounded here,… Continue reading Something Deeper
I find that when I write I often keep a layer of remove from myself, reworking, remolding, analyzing as I go. Each sentence loses a little shimmer from this process. Like every thought must be handled by rough, appraising hands. Ideas like produce at a supermarket. Once bruised by a cold, appraising shopper, then forever damaged and… Continue reading Silencing one’s self