[22 May 2019] A bell in the steeple;A toll over the city.

[3 July 2019] The last rays of the sun sink below the horizon – shadow steals in, gently;sight and song and swept up in a grander vision, lingering looks lovingly lavished long to spring forward, to find themselves caught in the chrysalid chorus of two beating hearts. — This post was reblogged atBy the Mighty…

[2 July 2019] As wind rustles in long ríver grass, And settles ín dens and lilies and breast; As róots spríng, dig deep down and hóld tíght, always guest When sun mingles with water in glass And pools in quiet places, in the deep, in the crevásse, In pass through in journey to sun’s nest,…

[1 July 2019] Midsummer midnight air is a sacredness all its own – The last relics of era when bygones were still being forged, Cradled in the halls of the forebears of the now, Suspended in the intransitory, Illuminating the hale tongue and the meek spirit: not fire, Not frost, but a light unique to…

[28 June 2019] Let us go back to the time of porcelain bowls and clay pots – The evening sky stretched above us like Indra’s net (A time not yet known, but sounded down through a known, Winding and wounding and weaving together Somethings that meant nothing less than everything on their own) The night…

[24 June 2019] streetlight rain, and eyes grow soft between the plucking of the strings and the lines on the page