It’s one of those mornings.
Yesterday was full of energy, hiking and climbing.
Today, sun may burn off the fog and the clouds, or not.
I may end up doing a lot of moving work tonight, or not.
I hope you have a good day, mebe some egg toast, and recline on a couch in the sun (outside in a burnt out field optional).

Another vein-y forearm breakfast,
tied up in expectations and expatriation dates,
no more egg toast mornings in the sun shine,
or couches in the solarium,
just exile to boxes in boxes,
and trim exes under the moon light.

Excitement comes tickling up the back
of worn knees,
asleep, a tiny beutel betrayal we fall out of our chairs,
and bask in the blue green glow.

Grains of Friday
Amber Fields of flensed
thoughts, dreams and photos.

of Violet communication

Bishop Bouldering from William Bazargani on Vimeo.

intelligence,
communiques from the enemy,
“those pants make your ass look amazing”
remembering hands in hands, a sticky sweet monkey on shoulders,
and fingertips pulling on ears,
not so unlike rock,
filing down the finger tips to pumice smooth hip bone tracers,
teeth and hair always getting in the way.

Hueco Placebo from MarkDonoher on Vimeo.

Blood and skin.

Elephants in crates.
A long dog day afternoon in liquid sun,
and other misfortunes not so unfortunate.
—–
Chai tea confessions,
and curious geometries,
walking in the rain.

As in I am.
but Stronger, thiner, faster.

today is no day
of rest for weary feet, red
with sunny stories

He writes poems in the sunlight
as the smell of afternoon saunas wafts up from the beach,
left foot right foot,
running in the sun,
a conspiracy of heat and heart beats.
“Welcome to this holy calling, this circle of trust,
this pack, this war hoop,
inside we are family and face each other,
outside we face the world,
an important lesson”
A book of heretical wisdoms is percolating in the cracked spine
of blasphemous spider bellies,
there is a turning towards the kindly ones,
away from limp love sickness,
and uninhibited, unquestioning positive regard.
Blood makes noise, and forgiveness is another word for
forgetting, and surprise at another bloody betrayal.
Too serious, not enough kittens.

arms around shoulders
more kind words, smiles and kisses
perfect evenings