Morning verses and subtle curses…


Such course discord these days……
No laborious conversation, I’m sorry seems wasn’t good enough.
Time……….s a little b followed by the big itch of life’s tragic drama..
These grains grow deep with roots in a time and place so lost and forgotten I almost forgot to tell you…..
It always feels like I’ve forgotten to tell you something….
Where is that child o’ mine?.. Lost in the wilderness of a new jungle, caught in a trap of words and wishes.???
I may never now….

“A life in progress”
*photo @ Bush Pasture Park Salem Oregon. Oak bark;digital edit.
** it’s hard to explain what it feels like to be in this body and mind. Often as if I’m watching me watching the world as I sit in silent awe and observation.


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