My 16 year old cat died this past Saturday night. She was declining– and clearly ready to depart. I knew Thursday when she stopped eating and spent all day in the backyard under a tree that she was clear in her decision to go. I told both of my kids when they arrived home from school that …
the truest romance born of spit and grass stains mirrored feet and an ease that exudes timelessness and whispers of the infinite. languid days of smiles and symmetry harmonious melody grounded in familiarity– like the comfort of an old pair of jeans, softened and worn in the perfect places– a childhood photo, fuzzy at the …
sometimes i think it might be easier if you used a few more words.
i love how tightly you hold onto me at night– (as if i would leave.)
the volumes that you communicate without re- sponding: infinite.
i love you most for your belief in magical beauty abounding.
timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures. mapping this careful framework entrusted to none but ourselves. the understated pageantry of a life unfolding small moments witnessed– all access granted to the one whose willingness to engage is unsurpassed. …
you are not in love with me– or you certainly don’t desire to be.
always i tumble into the tumult– only to find my way through.
i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus. this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to explore new contours find new lines in the curves of our faces. a deepening– realizing– acknowledging of what is and …
the edges of myself 