I threw a canvas tarp on the ground, spreading out the paint, separating the bright colors in their temperaments. I stripped down and dove into the canvas painting my body with new angles. I wrapped myself in the tarp and rolled out the door, down the street, tumbling and bouncing and holding the … More the wind may be beautiful my dear
It was the same time that everything else got its start. In the fresh new face of dawn shinning on all the ripe fruit hanging from heavy-laden limbs in the Garden. I was fruit then, I was seed sown by the sower in rich soil. I was turned over by the blade as he drove … More to the seed, you are my joy
i used to sit in the hull of my small craft adrift it felt right normal my world pressed into corners awaiting the next storm to blow out my candles what light did enter broke upon the angles i conjured in deep speculation what brave love got tangled in hours of reckless … More the ocean in me waiting for you
Father, keep them in your name, those who light the fires, walk the ramparts, whose distance is measured in phone calls and letters, who spend themselves in silence, and give their bodies to the violence, keep them in your name. Father, hide them in your wings, the mothers and daughters, who fight for others, for … More a resolute prayer
Landing my boat on the shore, (my arms from rowing, weary, beaten) Upward I looked and saw in tree aloft, a disturbance in the canopy, The shrill cries and terrible flight of eaglets thrust over the edge, Beating wings, sharp claws, fierce beaks tearing at the nest, At once, exploding into sky bursts, beating the … More rite of passage
Here is an audio book I made from scratch. It’s got music and romance and all that jazz! https://www.amazon.com/FancyCats-Paul-Hiram-Mozley-III/dp/B0725K8WH9/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1494595492&sr=8-6&keywords=paul+hiram+mozley+III Love. Jazz. Busy city streets. Cats. Villians. Heros. Jazz. Herbal- the orphan searching for that sound. Hairforth- fearful his past will find him out. Jazz. Velveeta Mac- coming home? Love? Darth Swineford – … More Fancy Cats
Look, do you see that mountain? The grass covering its feet and the long angular lines racing to an untouched sky. How can something so massive be still, with rivers flowing from its crown and all the life of heaven rushing down? Should we all be still, with grass covering our feet and our … More Look!