The garden

The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color and still reflection! Its life is onwards moving… But still like the sun forever in dusk or dawn: A theatre of hearts beating as one!

Lest his pilgrim, sins do not inaugurate…

…Unnerve mine-eye. That I might see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal; sky and sea… Lead me through thy lowly pastoral gate. Lest this nomad’s world; does not abate.

One More Day (prose poem)

Another day for a summer walk downtown, the two of them able to have watchers eye-clock them

JOURNAL OF THE DREAMWEAVER - CULLEN PART 2

First chapter of a fantasy about a boy.
Cherry

Some

Some oh fuck moments are stone silent they don't crack the sound barrier before they meet the sea,
Cherry

You are, we are, I am

A pilots pocket catches on the autopilot switch, A surgeon dips for incision and slips. A mountain guide clocks the map upside-down and here is no water, only rock.
Cherry

Gardener

He shows you how to smudge the black fly from the bean flowers, points out the ant making off down the stem. He turns up leaves to find a little beetle shaped like a skin cell. Tortoiseshell.
Cherry

Let's celebrate

Construct monuments. Make them our faces. Cut us in granite at the moment the penny dropped.
Cherry

Life Draw

It's rare, the charcoal finds lines finger smudged or dragged with newspaper we draw with a rubber, creating light. The model tilts her chin, breathes in

MHFTC (might have fame they coulden't/my haters fail to c)

Your falling down stand walk your ground when you can barely walk do a strut all the hate,death and pain in the world can bring you down espishally when it effects you but when your hearts on the grou

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