Monday, June 8, 2026

This Surface Lust

We came together in the brazen maze of autumn days where everything was rearranging and changing
in blinding bursts of latent feelings and emotions revealed and uncovered from deep fears of exposure
And in deepest reflection there's a realization I should have found a way to you beyond the distance and fears and unknowns and chaos of emotions.
Yesterdays rusted secrets no longer suppressed, the sins and errors, broken oaths and resistance set aside to save our sanity and from this point bargained a desperate and shaky truce.
And from this gloaming leaped a connection of spirits void of phrases of regret .... and sharing stories and words unknown to previous others, sacrificing symmetry for a single reason to wish for a moment of today, believe in the possibility of tomorrow while daring to imagine a century of tomorrows.
Hurdling the seismic waves
Calling on lost and bartered faith for survival
Pruning overgrown acreage of forgotten sentiment
To forge pockets of healing light
To revive and reprise daring sequences from treacherous dreams and move far beyond this surface lust.

May/June 2026

Part fact, part fiction. Over the passing of time, some of the facts occasionally begin to feel like fiction and vice versa. How I remember events may or may not be quite the same as what the other person remembers. 

Saturday, February 21, 2026

A Dream

Standing in a doorway
A gaze into the distance as you remember
       That laughter again
Embracing and welcoming fragility
Monitoring comings and goings
Awaiting an arrival
Hearing a comforting voice
This memory never fades
Revisiting the first encounter
Revealing derivatives of chances explored
Slightly hesitant but excited
Possibilities were raised
Potentially altering hopes and realities
Offering absolution from time
When light years existed between yesterday and today

February 21, 2026

Two days after turning 70. A moment I could never previously fathom. Maybe becoming increasingly abstract. Not sure what it all means. Testing for signs of unhealed injuries. Searching for places to start again. 

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Maybe

I look to the sky and whisper
Towards your secret destination
And maybe you'll feel a surge of warmth in that instant
Maybe you'll feel assurance touching your soul
Maybe you'll feel comfort embedded in layers
Maybe you'll hear my voice
Unfolding before deepening unscripted depths
Regulating conflicts and uncertainties

January 2026


Paying attention to the horizon ahead .... Suddenly seen rising in the distance. A sky full of birds. From December 21, 2025.