Walking to the river is my quotidian proclimation
A morning with flashes of sharp breeze and exaggerated cloud formations
A fugitive or a caged bird
Life, a quilt floating in time, fertile and vulnerable
Always lacking in certainty
Piecing parcels together fuels the effort
Ages I scale are experiences of different personalities
Each stage has its own expressions and demands:
Writing, cooking, doing laundry—little things, mundane and sacred
The progression, a knowing like I felt everything
Fishemen, artists, lactating mothers, even geniuses
Want to live a real life of home.
The riverfront’s asymmetry is not amenable to metaphor
Colors are changing the horizon rapidly
The manuscripts lay unread.
The tide tries to reach the footprints
Two couples with separate thoughts
Alone, a man scans the sea.
Nothing in particular
you should write particulars
two balloons, two l’s, two o’s
two hot air balloons and one red balloon
the driver forgets the tractor
few particular things unfinished.
A mathematician says understanding the universe
opens opportunities everywhere
complexity is a path enjoyable to hike.
You may surprise yourself,
you may become a disciplined thinker.
She experienced a good fortune
She was hiking in the woods
Hungry and exhausted and lost
Found sweet, abundant, wild strawberries
Can you inhibit uncertainty?
Have you notice myriad of butterflies or bees lately?
Perhaps not. Are you curious?
Flowers are blooming in the sun.
Where are they?
An austere mind can produce luxuries
Lucid not just in consciousness but also speech
To recite poetry I can reach eternity
I like to write emotions in words not in emojis
Two young fishermen with new. rods
Eager to find answer to the test:
Do fish come with the tide?