Urban Hippie Brownie Cat

Sunset Corner

2015-10-11T17:58:00.002-04:00

Olde Tyme Train

2015-10-11T17:58:00.000-04:00

Gazebo Daylight

2015-10-11T17:57:00.004-04:00

Winter's Drifting Dream Street

2015-10-11T17:57:00.000-04:00

Dreams Passing

2015-10-11T17:52:00.000-04:00

Politics Entwined

2015-10-11T17:49:00.000-04:00

Fireworks

2015-10-11T17:44:00.002-04:00

The Fall Falls Upon the Flow of the Falls

2015-10-11T17:43:00.000-04:00

A Clouded Reach

2015-10-11T17:36:00.003-04:00

Plastic Vanity

2015-10-11T17:34:00.001-04:00

Black Snow

2015-10-11T17:30:00.000-04:00

The Mental Sea

2015-10-11T17:29:00.001-04:00

The Fallen Ashes

2015-10-11T17:28:00.001-04:00

The String and the Wheel

2015-10-11T17:26:00.000-04:00

Tracked Blue

2015-10-11T17:23:00.001-04:00

Fallen Upon the River

2015-10-11T16:53:00.002-04:00

Cleveland Hazed (Awash)

2014-10-14T23:34:00.003-04:00

The Subtle Sleeper

2014-10-14T23:34:00.000-04:00

Red Leaves Last

2014-10-14T23:32:00.002-04:00

Non-Coloured Drift

2014-10-14T23:23:00.001-04:00

Above the Sky

2013-11-24T13:47:00.000-05:00

In Words

2013-11-24T13:46:00.000-05:00

Quips,
blips,
short trips,
inane slips of
the tongue, managed
flips belong
to the acrobat of spoken
terms, words deferred
by these immune
rattled nerves.

Transference of the Next Thought (unfinished)

2013-05-19T19:12:00.001-04:00

My Next Movement

2013-05-19T19:11:00.003-04:00

In this moment
I stand
Every direction do I face
At once my next motion
Ultimately unknown until moving
                      to itself,
     my choice to move...
That impulse
That moment I stand before
                                         stepping a forward hand
Before          moving
     in any way.
I relish in what
                          I'm about to do!
It extends into itself
Myself every choice,
Every chance my urge persists
Move swift!       But then
Hesitation,
O hesitation bliss
Holds me near dear and not amiss,
From standing still tight
     I choose now moving rightly
And it is in this now it dawns
                                         That frozen moment is gone
Gone before I had gone
     in progress born,
Now every moment is now
The most mystical moment
                      that moves through me it moves
                      to move me
And move us alone...
                                         All must move.
I choose to move again
A joining of motion
Returned to choose again
Here I go….
                                         That impulse again
                                           I freeze and see
Which direction for me
Is most free.
The surge is in me.

Crossing Midday (Euclid Ave., Cleveland)

2013-05-19T18:39:00.000-04:00