It's so bizarre how life's "things" can be simplified to the base

The "things" are often a great deal more complicated when carried out

Each sentence calls for a certain word

Just as each string of memories calls for a certain image

Sea-blue eyes, but blue, not blue-green

The discovery of my constant motion has always been there

Though it has just been unveiled to me recently

Photograph From S. DeSocio's Old House

We showered with lavender soap

Light streamed in and dipped us in gold

Did you see the fire in the yard?

All of the trees were alight, they had no faces to show

And I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the Earth with you

And I have a red kite;
I'll put you right in it.

Every fresh page is green and all the grass is drunk

Kept trying to catch the same silver bubble, over and over

But that's the point-- I can't

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

Eat all them thirty three candles

He smiled at me and I looked up into his face and he lit up the room

Interactive Art

Since I've been in India I've shifted my focus

Fluidity presents itself in a clearer complexity

Hold me in direct sunlight

These threads are my veins -

Veins are the roads to memories

Treat accordingly.

Touch me

I am a photograph; or am I capturing it?

You are truly a Power Ranger