the night howls vacant
drawing memories
                     like breaths
your depth rises
as my chest falls

clouds close in
              breathless
I paint your words
watch light refract meaning
in vapid stillness
dreams interweave with the living
surrender to la noche
in the hollow
dark earth crumbles
held gentle in palms
now clasped
growing
te adoro.

Night Howl

When I was a child, I was involved in around half a dozen extracurricular activities. Of all, I was drawn to ballet. We would use the end of class to visualize ourselves exactly where we wanted to be in 20 years. 
I saw myself on the rails of the NY ballet. 

This 20 year plan was short-lived as other aspirations welled up from within. By the time I was 9, the goal shifted to professional artist.

The dream never dies, it floats to the surface of consciousness & we hold it there for a moment.



Dreams of Floating

The suspended state of the unknown.

We were all there together, in a holding pattern.
Watching through our devices, we traveled to cancelled destinations via YouTube. We read every best seller. We navigated to vacation homes where we might feel safe.

We did what we had to do collectively.

This is the story we will tell our grandchildren.

Processing Isolation

A você, com amor
O amor é o murmúrio da terra
quando as estrelas se apagam
e os ventos da aurora vagam
no nascimento do dia…
O ridente abandono,
a rútila alegria
dos lábios, da fonte
e da onda que arremete
do mar…O amor é a memória
que o tempo não mata,
a canção bem-amada
feliz e absurda…E a música inaudível…O silêncio que treme...

~Vinicius de Moraes


A Você, com Amor

The lesson is in patience and endurance, the rewards plentiful.
digital collage
2021



WAVES & OLLIES

She is warm like hot sun on wet skin.
There is a soundtrack to every afternoon.
Her door, a secret garden unlocked.

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