826: the world asks to be seen

a little thing like a cricket’s chirp or the sway of a newly unfurled zinnia or the touch of soft fur across one’s hand or a new bright mop head dunked into a bucket of fresh soapy water on a cool summer...

825: the world asks to be seen

when the rhythm of the day  is from one idea to the next then back again travels taking oneself to far reaching vistas along the culverts and backgrounds between hedgerows and dancing daisies in the breeze the world is still yet also a possible...

824: the world asks to be seen

let the knots in your heart open by themselves with a knife on a lump of butter or marked in the dust with the heel of your shoe tell the world who you are knowing they won’t agree but that is alright  anyway as long as it’s...

822: the world asks to be seen

Standing on the deck pitching stems spitting pits ripe rich flavor bursting on lips while a crack  a bright bridge between my feet and the sky illuminates the air today I will fix some things today I will listen to a friend today I will watch the lightening bugs blink...