am I blue? shower mist, near steam onto my morning cold fist drips from it chilled as if in each digit were refrigerant coiled but not striking.
(untitled as of yet) all of god’s plans sprung to life here in PEI as an egg tempura painting the bell dome of blue lacquer touching the red rim of sand/sea I become as a pollen grain on a carpet of white potato blossoms up to the rolling coast temptation to lie make snow angels […]
(a bit of silliness really) Shall we shortly traipse mad in a zigzag smear? Squint, there’s the shape of me – can we make out in the shadowy shallows this riparian ripe life smelling of the mire ferns wriggle out of? Spy me. Everyone else does, doze among those weeping willow shadows half shore, half […]
I know it is too late for both chocolate and sleep so just a little piece hope for the angels that protect fools who make their own bad luck
entering a Moment words seem to gather the sense that they like children are no longer central to this conversation. They slip away to peer around corners at our making straight-backed make believe subjects, civility, sensible, ostensibly, sensibilllblillbly, pardonable giggled, gardenable, wha – what was I saying, the swung bar codes of my eyelashes, flashes […]