Inhabit The Silence
15 Saturday Jun 2013
15 Saturday Jun 2013
Appearances and vanishings: The sound of a rosebud opening. Leaves turning, released by the trees to fend for themselves on the …
It doesn’t happen so you would notice, the framework becoming the groundwork for the next layer of destiny. The light …
Someday it may be rash to say spring is approaching. We go about our mindless business unaware that we really …
Gray morning, rain washes roses. Mrs. Rafferty hangs washing in hope of better things to come. I approach this day …
One by one the fragments gather, float at the fringe of light outside the room where you lie in the …
There is a self-contained serenity about the houses, driveways, sidewalks and streets. School has just released, children bundle home on …
To love the things that simmer at the bright edge of exactitude. To love the things that quiver at the …
Maple trees make their naked brown case to spring like Manao Tupapau – Spirit of the Dead Watching.* The honey …
You live in secret places where celebrations are not allowed. In my room I often recite lyrics from happier times. You …