April 29, 2015 § Leave a comment
There are times when things need to be said.
There are times when they don’t.
There are times when the silence of observation becomes paramount, as the world spins around and my ideas of what is and isn’t are churned into a soup of grey.
Not with words, anyway.
The universe seems to take delight in leading me by the nose into blind 90 degree corners. Or maybe, I just took too much comfort in the direction that I thought I was going.
There are words that are allocated for only the titillation of spirits. Phrases to invoke the invisible, the ancestors, the spirits of the wood.
There are movements allocated for only the seduction of the flesh.
April 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
For the want of water,
April 6, 2015 § Leave a comment
Where I am finally tired enough
Worn down enough
A breakneck speed,
Where the skin almost breaks
Where the feet blister
Darkest before the dawn, they say
Where the will to hang on to