not exact but precise
Sometimes the easy way is quite the poorest way, however you or others might convince you otherwise.
Author Archives: Mark
the revolution of darkness
This morning, the sun rose and carried nothing in its hand but light.
i awaken, with a thought
hold it gently in my hand, that my attention not disturb it the mind is a dry riverbed; it drinks the sound of water a dream is dispelled by a voice; a sudden flash of bedroom lights causes the lovers to pull apart, ashamed of their beauty a flower that is plucked can be …
Fill My Eyes
When you travel to a tourist destination, you see what you pay for, and what those who are selling rest wish you to see: in the case of Gulf coast Florida, there are miles of sand, comfortable and maintenance-free accommodations, food at the end of a short walk and at the sliding edge of your …
Matisse’s table
It doesn't matter the palette, where colors live, the brush can explore; where the brush explores, the canvas blooms; where paint dries, the globe is tasted, interpreted, and offered to whomever would receive it. So, tonight we are in the southern States, in easy reach of some of the tastier kitchen paints. Tonight's menu: Caribbean …
Nightlight
The moon is overhead and filling every night, so bright the world can't sleep, but rolls from dusk to dawn, trees and human objects limned by its smiling sight; into its stillness a single person sails, his water the blue-lit road and ship his own two heels. Solitude the hull's name, it move at peace, …
let go
a river doesn’t practice how to flow it lets go from the instant it was born and falls into the arms of its bed its being wells up against what you or I would call an obstacle and melts around it if you think you are dammed up, well ask your breath for a word …
WHAT!?
Someone knocked. It’s 4:30 AM. The entire local Earth is muffled by a foot of snow so even cars (should they pass by) hush by. Every creature sleeps or is silent, winged predation, or a predator’s intent. One of my cats is a small sandbag across my ankle, the nocturnal knocked out of him. The …
Mr. Now
At a birthday party the other night. A glass of wine, a meal, a toast, easy talk, genial anecdotes, a circle of laughter, good night. Somewhere along the thread of a conversation, one of the party-goers mentioned (wistfully, patiently, perhaps resignedly) that she was wondering when she would find "Mister Right". Anyone with some measure of intimacy with their own …
simple blossoming
Was there not a flower found its sun through simple blossoming? I thought that's how it's done ignore the driven wooden root, ignore the thorn's intent instead, invest in feminine receipt and open petals, welcome summer's heat. Was there a flower couldn't find the sun through simple blossoming? Its wooden nail is buried in the …
No Drug Required
It is wonderful to sit out the sleepless night, which the fire of anger has lit! Like watching the full moon rise over a lake, or sun ignite the ocean: a little light comes, then more and more, until a new whole landscape is revealed, in spite of yourself. In the case of rolling and turning in your covers, …
Clouds in the Mirror
The light from the sun is everything – no reason to doubt the cultures who held it as Deity, or one of a pantheon of gods whose hand in our lives was blindingly evident. Tonight the sun filled the sky, received by the full face of its consort moon, reflected with an anthropomorphic smile through …