White inflatable bunnies grace public spaces.
How could this be?
A clean cut man from Miami sporting a dusting of a beard photograph them.
Who’s the artist?
What else is there to see while I’m here?
My girlfriend, still…apparently, is getting her nails done.
Want to see the pictures I took while downtown? It’s hard to make it as a photographer in Miami.
Others, so many others.
Bunnies draw tourists visiting outside their lives
Is there a person inside?
How’d you get such a cool job?
Want to join the House Rabbits Society?
Time inches along
I pick at my cuticles.
Time bursts ahead
45 in a minute.
Something for me
Something for you.
I glance around
Children stem up and out
Climbing and branching through
Illuminating teen years.
I got this one.
Permits, car keys now.
Bright smiles, good health.
Their burgeoning humor
Feather whip, newly sharpened
Cuts unexpected guffaws
From deep within my gut.
Sips of salty tears
Punctuate the years too
Searing streaks into my heart
But not so many, luckily.
I carry on in this voyage
Because I’m known to
Grasp for intention
Weeds, weeds. Fast growing, resilient, hardy, flexible. Uninvited, foliage fills crevices, under tarps, up through rock beds, between fence slats and concrete.
I beat back the persistence getting pricked by thorns and covered in sticky burs. Summer heat begins to burn my neck. The sun rises higher with full flame. Will cease picking and pulling soon. A little at a time. Too much and I’ll faint.
Green tea energy peeters out. There’s a crick in my back. Pestilence remains.
Still, an emptiness, quietude and solace fills new fleeting vacancy where there once was choked neglect.
Parched soul sees hope, wonder and promise waiting to spring forth on blank index cards. Write it down, make your best self happen every day. Negative self talk and imagery deflates, underrates, he…
Parched soul sees hope, wonder and promise waiting to spring forth on blank index cards. Write it down, make your best self happen every day.
Negative self talk and imagery deflates, underrates, heart breaks. Cards created with robust words and meaning bring life to the undersoul of rebirth. Fancy with beautiful artistry isn’t necessary.
Go with the flow and then maybe, just maybe, a half-turn towards self love faith and forgiveness unfolds.
For those of us who feel life amounts to “ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas”, what have we got to lose?
This writing space is just for me to be able to express my particularistic musings, my anxieties, my goals and plans to try to be the best, most emotionally evolved person I can be. I have no aspirations to reach and inspire a lot of people. I’m just ordinary and I’m OK with that.