The sky was a pale, overcast bluish-white - full of clouds, their underside a periwinkle-grey. From the boardwalk the day before, I thought the ocean had looked turquoise against the white sands, but later neoteny had called it a milky jade. Closer to the water, or perhaps just today, it looked as though he was right. In moments, though, there was a ( Read more... )

I am proud of my growing - yet semi-knowingly obvious and perhaps always there - ability to deal with necessary minutia. You know what I mean. Some people call it mundane. The day to day. The humdrum. The dreamy narcissist would rather be too good for it, while the ground-looking diligent makes it her shield. One burns his eyes looking too much at ( Read more... )

A figure lopes across the plain. Caught by scents on the wind, the beckoning leaf-rustles in her ears, a blossom's color-burst. The winds tease her hair, multi-colored straw blending in harmony with the rhythms of the waving grasses.

She pauses just over a lone hilltop, gracefully awkward, a two-legged gazelle. Just another shadow against the bright ( Read more... )

Yellow strings ( Read more... )

Sweetly pleasing oaken wine
Tongue is teasing, soft and fine
Subtle shivers playing spine
Tangy juices, bathing brine
All prove love-hard ache divine.

Been doing therapy session transcriptions this week. Really, there's no getting around them. They're highly valuable for research and everyone has to put their time in. (Except the good Doctor, of course. But he has enough publications and grants under his belt to pay people to do it for him.) And I am working in a clinical lab, after all ( Read more... )

Wet
Too-sweet scents of lilac and honeysuckle
cloister heavy, thick, and pressing.

Dry
Scorched tar burns the air.
Slow winds breathe more heat into stillness.

Sweetens, weakens, cheapens.

Once upon a time,
I was a maybe.
A couldbe, a possibly.
A potential.

Some things never change, perhaps.
Yet I have learned that I can be more.

Through dreams.
Through breaking of fears, force of will.
Opening to the world, to myself, to others.
Through knowing, embracing.

These are lessons that must be,
have been, shall continue to be,
renewed.

It is true that ( Read more... )

Small nothings, you tempt me. You taunt me. You tease me, and haunt me. Your whisper in my ear rings of sweet flings, grand dreams, wispy things. Tis only the wisp that makes them small, but wispy they are - to you I fall, and I fall far. Most-times it seems a mighty crevice-drop, yet other-times it clears the top. Shall ye grow in size as I near ( Read more... )