Is.
Feel the fry of that z?
Izzz: the electric barbed hum of life.
© Chagall 2016
Is.
Feel the fry of that z?
Izzz: the electric barbed hum of life.
© Chagall 2016
Elevate beyond the veil
overlook the valley
I’m not quite sure
if there will be dales
as well, just land
safely (I pray the pall
will lift) – remember
please kiss Earth
once alighted, give Mother
my regards.
Chagall 2015
I was running on all cylinders, excited about life
and prospects, then I thought about the situation
perhaps a bit too much, the bottom fell out and I
lost all enthusiasm, found myself jumping from one
item to another, to find something to stick, to assert
itself as worth doing, worth living for, something compelling,
impelling, organic and all-consuming, energy about, throughout
and within, a lever to miracles, something essentially me,
and that’s where you came in.
© Chagall 2014
It wasn’t so much the wind
as it was the touch of the wind;
you might think they’re the same
but they’re not.
Perfectly tuned to my skin,
just warm enough – no more,
pushing and pulling
like the turn of a wheel.
I could lie-out and stay aloft,
trust like a back-float,
but instead I choose to lean.
© Chagall 2014
His mom made such tender corn cakes
a woman of Mayan background
whose grandmother grew
maize on a steppe
masterful salt
caramel
© Chagall 2014