Dreams and trees, dreams with milk and honey. The scythe slicing through silk, through wheat, and through all unreasonable expectations. Silver and gold, filtered with rubies and the wetness of love, filtered with diamonds. The smells and flavors of sex. The smells and flavors of a life together. These are the ways that the humans find themselves, the ways that they find each other. Night is here, night and silence, and now they might hold one another until day returns, and in that embrace is courage.
Blood spilled on virgin snow. Sorrow under a perfect sky, sorrow under a blue heaven. The moment when tomorrow becomes today, becomes now. Tell me, are you still alive? Do you love? Here, take my hand. Let us hold each other while the moment lasts. This is the moment.
21 Sept 2019
02 Jan 2020
A homeless man at the shelter, his illness causes a rage to boil over, and he ends up back on the same hard street. Again. I know it has to be, but how long, I wonder, until his sunrise? Where is his warmth and tiny comfort?
02 Feb 2020