5/27/17 2:10am ________________________________________________________________________________________ How can I capture clouds on a page? Steady, slow, expanding across my view. Grey and orange. White and pale blue. All at once ominous as well a perfectly peaceful resolution. How can I capture the lone hawk gliding above blue jays in branches, a young cat playing with moths, black and Read More …
5/15/17 10:54pm ________________________________________________________________________________________ And so we tirelessly strive to understand love. Walking the woods, wondering what it is. Roots twisting down into the dark unseen; vines curling up thick, hardened trunks to mingle with the leaves. Staring into the green. Staring into the green. Read More …
5/13/17 past midnight ________________________________________________________________________________________ I thought I would say, “The rain is all I require,” until I thought of the ocean. My ocean. The one I know. The one I know like a dance in my body, seeping it’s way into my heart a long time ago. The moonlit ocean; for only in the dark Read More …
5/10/17 past midnight ________________________________________________________________________________________ Perfectly in my palms lie all the answers. *** *** They only sing so subtly I’ve forgotten. Arm Study, Mara Lee Gilbert, 2012. ________________________________________________________________________________________
5/9/17 7:57pm ________________________________________________________________________________________ I sit near a gift of yellow tulips. * The clouds had a pink hue just near their edges in the oncoming sunset. Similar to the color of the walls of my childhood room. I remember the swing set and the tree, whose branches I would sit in. I remember that kind Read More …
5/7/17 5:04pm _______________________________________________________________________________ I exist currently as a nebula. Death and birth simultaneously. What a glorious state to exist in! I have been and shall be again. A brilliant cloud of possibility. Form is inevitable, but… Until then I float. *** *** _______________________________________________________________________________
5/6/17 past midnight _________________________________________________________________________ It was my birthday a few hours ago. And I am left tired and wanting, yet fine. It happened and here I still am, forward always. There is momentum and I am on the look-out for my next anchoring spot. * It was all my mind could do to write these Read More …