aged bear

I dreamed of you. Your bone sculpted with muscle and your animal presence lifting my eyes. We met in your space, in a forest with deep green boughs, shadowy caverns that you had explored. There was no fear when I stood next to you, with your clenched jaws and pinhole eyes. You offered your memory, …

titans

Sinking down, the lapping lips of the earth wrap around, my body tender in the looping leaves of fall and tightrope roots that guide and follow. The sky is a blue screened reminder that there is beyond and for now I am going under, the coarse sands and layered cakes of Gaia pushing the pores …

troodos mountains

Transformations, bubbles of bursting colour colliding with each new step. These underwater paragraphs, pools of light in the night and every place is a sweeping sentence. Faces bobbing in rhythmic chasms, I am forcing the musculature to leap in unordinary ways, traveling for days and days. Calming my thoughts, unpredictable, I am in survival mode …

samsaric visions

The world collapses with the open and shut of eyes and I wonder if we all feel the same on the inside. The cauterized wounds of daylight blurring into sleep sanctuaries. Skimming the surface of our consciousness, turn by turn we choose challenges that bring higher truths. Liquid soul in every iris and we patiently …

cinematic scenery

Reminded that this is all fleeting, this body changes and my thoughts are objects. I catch myself moving backwards into the gloss of captured frames. This life a constant wave washing over me, weight on the back of every chance to turn it over. The rhythm of speech, unsettled, musical undertones, I can turn my …

shadow box scars

I can’t help but feel the shadow box scars overcoming me and I sink down. Most of the time, there is uplift, a regression of darkness and I can get through it. No matter what it is. I can’t change people, I didn’t know that before but I learned it and thought I had accepted …

tendril landscape

I look at us, our eyes light and dark moving inward on a wave of thought. This moment like none other, tickling the fate in me and rounding you out. Believing that the shoulder dip and sense of your finger tip is special, that the sounding of your chin draws me. Wondering if the soup …

hearts are tissue temples

was it forgotten, my skin broken and brawling for its time in the sun. i am eyes and nose of a stranger and my shadow leaves unexpectly. there is so many rooms in a house that lives alone with bare floors and hardwood scars. it is love isnt it that fills the cracks and leaves …

deathly quiet of a dream

splashes of color wash up on your face. the trickle of cinnamon light bends into creases of skin, and pushes up the corners of your eyes. if i look deeper, a nebula appears in the cracking peninsula of your iris, dark rooms with closing doors. i know we are the same. i could study the …