Looks like rain

Dark grey over vineyards Shadows chasing off the crows Transforming one by one Into Bordeaux or Pinot Noir Delicate hints of history underneath Leaving clues to forecast the winter It’s going to be a wet season Invitation to come inside & Reconnect over titillating tidbits and forgetting for a moment The road still washed out... Continue Reading →

When we had gills

It’s peaceful below down here in the azure world among coral & starfish & whale & shark & yes, we have traveled far past the rift and beyond that-which-marks-the-center back again for another adventure webbed hands steering gills tasting the environment moving onward below the horizon

Suddenly empty

Cacophony of swirling thoughts Slowly moving in A summer storm at high noon Empty pockets looking for stones A collection of memory Finally categorized and labeled in glyphs (for easy retrieval) Remarking on the sudden change in weather Leaving stones to tumble from hand asking Bobby jo what happened last season Mouths agape watching the... Continue Reading →

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