Bare your teeth,
I bare my soul
Chagall 2018
Archive for November, 2018
Bare your teeth,
I bare my soul
Chagall 2018
In the pitch black dark
Digital diodes flicker
Ominously on
Chagall 2018
Wielding the pen is the poem
is it not?
That we are at all
more ponderous
than why.
Tell me again what I’ll tell you,
I never grow tired of hearing.
You arrive before that which precedes me,
such is my life, these latent neurons.
And love?
Rain, alchemy, inevitable parting,
the last touch of fingertips in a crowd.
The sweet and sour and salt of you –
such a heady bouquet.
Chagall 2015
If a tree falls on your head,
is there anyone there to hear it?
Chagall 2018
Sweet Gaia wept as
she shrugged off
the last of the humans.
I can tell you with certainty
that those were tears
of joy.
Chagall 2018
Caring for a Carolina Dog and I’ve learned
to carefully assert myself as alpha in order
to engender collaboration. A loose rein,
consistent touchpoints, and signaling
the next move through subtle pressure,
conveys the sense of unity she needs
to become an extension of my own
ambling awareness.
Chagall 2018
A morning like any other,
yet there on the edge,
something brewing, a hope
raveling at the seam,
beckoning Come,
the source of the light,
beyond the whispers,
void of the fray,
outside the seen,
the shape of a larger you.
Chagall 2018
Alphabet City 