in the moments between breaths when the lids darken your eyes time pauses briefly motion slows down the quiet fills me up 4.30.17 [Image Source]
slippery (day 119)
the air is still, heavy with heat, skin is slippery with a film of damp. leaves long to sway, flowers thirst for rain, i feel myself wilt. 4.29.17
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 in the trees …
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
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