There’s a ghost in the meadow a shadow in the middle a reflection absent of pain its not the everlasting but you can see it from here the land supports ancient frames unruly hedges and rambling stone walls that unlock the uphill where gravity pulls one onto the footstool of land
The line thrown onto still waters half a chance to win every place has a name a marking to be found water circles the ankles a baptismal washing into beauty the opening of the eyes we eventually discover the end of the road back where we started the first breath relived … More ASHES AND AIR
A stirring within the water. A pattern of signatures overwhelming the passage of a turbulent surface. Consequences foretold. The opening of truth is not always accepted. Hands cut from stone, granite facts, like swimming underwater against strong currents. A mirror becomes the vestibule of confessions, releasing waves of who we thought we might be … More SAND STRENGTH
