Hour 22: Honey Hive

Honey Hive Oh perfect, coordinated machinations Colony in tandem, unison Self-regulating, cultivating, communicating, replicating Glowing hexagonal precision Electric buzz of glass wings Over factory conditions Yellow gold waxen beauties Building the future

Wild Corners

Green Grey, brown Competing Colours of life Sprawl across the map in patchwork patterns. Blocks of brick flats stand almost back-to-back But still a patch Of wild ground Is found Here, There, Spaces In between The managed land A sudden spark of wilderness breaks forth….

Peace

After driving 362 miles down Highway 1 in a rented Camero, we stopped in the suburbs of some coastal California town. We followed hand written signs on white poster board that read Yard Sale to a newer development, cookie cutter houses with white vinyl siding…

19. The Messenger XIX

A host of Angels are surrounding me They are so many I can’t see The end of this Angels tide So many they are around me, so tight They are singing a wonderful song Singing they are here to support me Unconditionally I just have…

Hour 22. (2019)

Concrete Blocks Layers upon layers of ancient labor They have obliterated a history A cruel history From which blossoms hope Hope that envelopes gray in green

Found and Lost

The heavens know when you have been found. After wandering in darkness that started within Once you have exhausted yourself from the burdens of life Following the sea of tears and valleys of regret The heavens have been waiting to shine a light The heavens…