[16 October 2019] Don’t let me forget. Don’t let me tell the truth slant. Don’t let me say it was anything other than it was: a seismic shift, a cavalcade of kinds, a mingling of mind and body and soul in the dawn of self- discovery. – I watch the ivy climb up the side…

[15 October 2019] A foghorn rounds out the early twilight. Low, strong, smooth. A deepness penetrating and permeating and carrying the lighter blues and greens and pinks and golds. I hear your voice, smell your smell, taste your taste lingering on the edge of my mind, filling the space between my fingers with a strange,…

[14 October 2019] _____a____ But why, why do you say that this is all there was, and nothing more? Your hair, your skin, your voice pull something deep and primal out of me, stir the waters, interlace your fingers behind my head and draw me in. _____b____ Ocean, tide pulling _______________ and me towards end.…

[1 October 2019] The silence the opening the flash of light the parting of the curtain the processional the pull of magnet and magnet the push and pull of the tide the alignment of stars and planets and circadian rhythms and other bodies the peak behind the veil the humanly pulse of in out in…