Recovering What’s Lost I wake up, another day, already mourning the absence of night, a missing immortality that lingers in memory like a restless ghost.
30 Thoughts in 30 Minutes (or so) This is a template I read about in 2009 and have tried a few times since. Today, I’m
shadow of spring In the first place, dates aren’t solid. One March 20 is not another March 20, though all are the vernal equinox somewhere.
Delirium Blueberries, scarlet dazed, lick us flamingly with their feverish dreams. © MMWms 2020 * Featured image: blueberry shrubs at the bog, NH, 19 Oct
Dreamscape: Jekyll Island, GA, December 2019. Music: Enya’s ethereal “On Your Shore.” And so this is where I should be now, days and nights falling
murmurs Every landscape is a dream, or if not the land itself, though it may be, then the one who watches, who walks, the dreamer