We Are. Existence in the present feels like a rubber band pulled tight. Never knowing how much more pressure can be added before it snaps. We are uneasy. Mother Nature’s children are being taken from her too soon. It is beyond her control. We are mourning. The skies have become vengeful. Mother Nature is displeased. […]
202 Evenings spent skygazing from a small balcony, our window to the earth. Lost in the rosy pink like I imagine my heart must be clouds, Tufts of cotton. Were these moments, fixed in awe, hours or minutes? Who’s to say Afternoons spent baking. So many that our oven practically preheated itself, Whisking until […]
The City of Trust is open on every side, like a room without walls, without doors, the same on every side, if you can speak of sides when it’s the same. Whenever you meet someone you say there you are, as if you’ve found the person you’re looking for—it’s better in person than over […]
Coda The universe is a phonograph, Our lives mere vinyl recordings Playing daily mundane tunes, Monotony annual practice. Bugles whine in the background, Drums lethargic from humdrum; Violins strumming mediocrity, Tap the exhausted sonata. Measures scoring hebetude, Mind drifts slowly to sleep. Man picks up the trombone, His stand assembled before him; Unleashing the […]