ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

  A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]

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RISING THROUGH THE RICKETY REDS

  I laid on the floor and touched the marbled perfume of the ocean as it washed over me, waves of flying feathers, a fluid fire of salted foam. I kissed the poison of your lips, once, and did not die as you came over me, next to me, inside of me. Decay is not […]

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OCHRE DANCING

  Porcelain plant pot plots the delicious decay of decadence once eyed as ochre dancing next to dandelions in the dawn’s dew. Pretty painted picture of plants in a porcelain pot plays with the presence of past and present under the preservation of pressed paint. Gold garnered by the grace of the sun, amber’s earthiness […]

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PURPLE CLOUDS

  In that garden of the many meadows of my mind plants grow down from purple clouds carved of cotton catchable candy and seek substance from the surface and not the ceiling. In that garden of the many meadows of my mind fences are painted with faces familiar and mouths to catch kisses if you’re […]

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GREEN GARDEN

    Behold the delicate daffodil, spirited squirrel, moist moss of early morning in green garden, towering tree thriving through winter, the peace that dawns with the dust, the blue sky afloat on still water, absorbing, reflecting, meditating, the simple root the river runs, the rustle of the red rose tipped with thorns, the flowering […]

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IN THE PEACE BY THE PURPLE PETAL

  Lather us in lazy, let us lick the honey from the purple petal, let us lay down dreams upon the velvet veneer of the plump peach, slip us into a dream of sleep where all language is lulled into a lake that lingers in stilled thought that tickles tongue upon first taste with the […]

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