The Consummation of the Word

The first and the last The beginning and the end The Old and New Testaments harnessed Fundamentally, alone— to intend   The Word divided into Twain Two books separated Joined in marriage— they do contain An androgynous word extracted   Sealed within its own spirit…

January 2nd

I once askedy sister to play a card game while mom was away; but her laptop, it beckoned and as it was jan’ry second she blamed it on introvert day.

Hour 11 – Etheria Redux (image prompt)

When I turned 20 I received My most powerful feeling A warm yellow of joy and spring From which I get no break. You’d think me glad, and far from mad, But of course! I haven’t any choice. The darkened sky can’t make me cry…

Hour 10

Feeling like the lord of the rings   I need air, I need water and confidence. Why is life so hard sometimes that I feel as if the entire world was on my shoulders, as if I had to throw the ring of power into…

the first step when falling in love

she packs yellow in her pockets in case she has the chance to scatter sunshine like butter on sourdough toast watching it spread like the wildfires in the woods the lemony hue needles its way through the linen soaking into her skin where her periwinkle…

Smile

There’s something about you that makes me smile no matter where you are you could be lost in a thought at a stoplight or pondering the meaning of life Whatever it be about… whoever you are singing to right now, i bet they love the…

Year end…

The year’s favorite time, When happiness seems to shine… Shorter are the days, lengthier the nights, For celebrations to prolong, along, carols and rhymes… Lightened up are the streets, buildings and shrines, For merriness mixes with blood, running to and fro the spines… Along the…

Hour 11 – Star Party

dance in the neon stars electro pop the planets disco ballealis lights bulky asteroid belts do the solstice shuffle take it back like retrograde get eccentric on that ecliptic floor it’s the lightyear of your life, baby join the space dance revolution!

21~11

i wish i was a ranger of the forest listening to the crunch of fall leaves under my beat~up old gumboots  as i peruse the woods in the crisp air under a fluffy sky full of clouds surrounded by a symphony of color marching and…