the sky torn asunder: as if something not of this world ripped the very fabric of reality from the otherside
Tag: fiction
summer: el nino gives back the warmth stolen last winter
the moon rises high above the concrete madness almost out of sight almost out of mind
quiet authority: gentle on the soul first light spreads far and wide
change arrives at a snail’s pace becoming a part of the landscape even before you realizw it
fields beyond continue their slow conversation with the clouds of summer
sinew and bones: crave for gentle words the sweet becomings that can kindle a fire without touch
the last war we wage: is when silence becomes the only form of violence
cold winds depart north: for there is no place for lethargy in the kingdom of summer
nature instructs us in its ways: sing along when there is birdsong and listen when silence speaks
