Keep Your Heart Clean
… the truth of bells will not be argued…
Category Archives: Creation
a snowflake
fell
through light
as light
as breath
life is simple
I would have told the secrets of my life long ago
but there were none: life is simple
“An Intimate Dance”
Contact Improvisation as a dance form isn’t concerned with how it looks to move — en pointe, arabesque, step step turn! — but how it feels to move. It is not about the surfaces of the body in movement, but the spirit that moves the body…
Motorcycle & I
There are advantages to learning to clutch with your left hand, and shift with your left foot.
What is Native is Not Mistaken
The shell boy hides his eyes in shallow sleep:
if she falls into her sadness like the wakened
who wanders a secret night he hopes to follow
August 7th, 2011: A Day of Silence
One reason we are leaning over an economic precipice, and our poor human non-heroic legislators are hog-tied and unable to affect change, is because We the People are arguably (and measurably) the most materialistic and consumptive culture the world has yet produced.
evening prayer
Maybe when the fruits have all been brought in, and the chill has taken the green out of the leaves, and there is a little more silence and solitude in the rooms than we wish, it calls out (as the migration-call of south-bound geese) memories and hopes for love.
Longe das planícies
Did I miss the ripening fields: no
ghost-prints
With the moon still under the Atlantic, there were stars, and neighboring houses whose lone lights flickered between the trees, to light the way. The world was more shadow than path, and the shadows were filled with cricket sounds and other, more furtive, nighttime feet.
midthought
“… but I do begin my sentences mid-thought…” she thought; and thinking about thought was looking in a mirror that reflected another mirror.
Fog
He guessed, when he had fully wakened, and the dream’s scenery had begun to melt into the familiar features of his bedroom, that while she had been a major figure in the story, still it was a story, and it was only his.