Trees snow, seagulls screech...
Autumn skies whisper...
imagine a front yard
extending toward the center
of the street, twice as far back then
when this street was narrow
and still made of dirt
in a place named for rivers and wildlife
a sturdy facade belies a buckling form
how long has it been since voices and laughter
filled the interior of this now fragile frame
The last sign of the zodiac
The final stop in the cycle
It contains a little bit of everything
that came before it
at points rushing
and at other parts still
Not one or the other
but both at once
As a newlywed, I struggled to make roti, the most basic staple food of my culture. By definition, a staple food should be simple to make but roti and I were not gelling together. How...
“If the core of man’s spirit is fueled by new experiences, why do so many people do the same things over and over… day in and day out?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
“Well… I want to flourish. Doesn’t everyone?” asked the Muse of Many Questions. “And I mean… if Aristotle… one of history’s most prominent thinkers thought it…
day and night
never a good liar
Is the saying-yes-when-I-am-no-and-no-when-I-am-yes a female thing? Or, more prevalent at least, for females?
I am not just simply hungry for skin, but starved for it.
And not just skin, but touch. Hugs. Caresses.
A lot has rain here since last March. The community of salt is evolving. It is not a traditional community with members, it is more like a communality of experiences.
The word culture has been brewing during centuries, a process I find fascinating. This evolution is still on going and it will serve as context to the dialogue that took place in the garden of Eden…
WHO TOLD YOU YOU’RE NOT BEAUTIFUL
Who said it
Who called you something else
Something not your name
Who glitched you
Sent you whirling spiralling
Kicked your world from under you
Come out from under years of wading and wandering desolate looking peering in from outside longing wondering waiting yearning to be chosen seeing not being heard unanswered...