day 118

the mowers buzz as they tame the grass across the street, water spits in rapid fire the ground has little rest now when men struggle for its mastery i seek the parts that are overgrown where plants intermingle as they please animals and insects reside among the leaves a chorale of birds…

day 117

i sleepwalk at times to find what i’ve lost and wake in the middle feeling star-crossed as the sleep slips from me like a thin neglige i return to my bed with no more to say 4.27.17 Image @Eliza Alys Young

day 116

intake of breath cools the flame that longs to rage across the bush crackling delight while it fills the air with smoke of discontent until it ends in conflagration 4.26.17

day 115

i hibernate the day until the shroud of night keep the quiet close to me stay hidden in the light promises so often made then trampled underfoot need to rest a little more then wash off all your soot i have no fear in this life welcome joy and pain patience i…

day 114

my travels take another turn disappointment leaves its aftertaste as you stay swaddled in your hesitation each twist may cause me to pause a moment in unknowing then unabashed i take a step towards my destination 4.24.17 [Image Source]