a day that’s already bled in (365 times Hallmark) to our psyches’ movement through mountained plains perpetual translating of the countenanced refrains… Read more what are the words for mothers’ day? (revisited as a Christmas meditation)
Category: Christian
meditation (revisited)
There, in the eye, Love’s figure, fissured by colours cryptic, satiating, whispered Wisdom – the Calm under millennia, reaching out,… Read more meditation (revisited)
my…
journalled scars He tenderly reads, these slicing sighs He stitches and breathes, my anguished cries He bleeds and bleeds He. … Read more my…
the deafening…
quiet of the mirror falling breaking into shards of rain The welcome filling of unwelcome cracks in the… Read more the deafening…
it poemed through your death…
…the colour from her dream, it drained right through dimensions, the syntax, and the stream. Euphonious not to mourners the… Read more it poemed through your death…
she left
She heard them. The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t… Read more she left
hikikomori
I had the most interesting conversation with a dear, elderly friend recently. Every time I do, it makes me lament… Read more hikikomori
saudade
It’s been a word on my mind for years. Well, not the word, actually. Because I don’t speak Portuguese. (And in… Read more saudade
nepenthe of nepenthes
Compelled to her feet He reminded her of the Garden. It kept her walking… Breathed to her healing the Leaves’… Read more nepenthe of nepenthes
say no to clowns 