25. March 2013 · Comments Off on Movements, yoga. · Categories: Daily, Poetry

A heat.
Stretch, breath.
Drop, exhale.
Downward, extensions.
A hundred times over.
Yoga position at there best.
Done in movements of the breadth.
Exalted limbs.
Rekindling embers in myself.

06. March 2013 · Comments Off on Child Art. The big. · Categories: Daily


06. March 2013 · Comments Off on Simple meal · Categories: Daily

There’s an experience about preparing my stepdad Steve’s “authentic taco” recipe.
As I listen to the simmering. This invites me to feel better. Perhaps, it’s the smell of spices, or the memory of “the making”.
A release that comes flowing from dicing onions, and potatoes. A due diligence to proper heat, and seriousness surrounding it, everything, slow cooking. The laughter, or my mom reminiscing about an ingredients ability, “to make romance”.
Cast iron and corn tortillas. Fresh peppers, tomatoes, the rush of having hot food platted, and devoured. Aroma, joy, compassion woven in, and around my table.

06. March 2013 · Comments Off on A hunt · Categories: Poetry, Thought

Faithful pulse rhythmically pumping.
A curse of movement in the wild.
Lush full coat, steady gaze.
Breath of teeth to maine you.

My companion, apart of a life.
A pack. The animal heeds all.
Hallow are not the eyes, intentions brimming.
Limbs lash fully knowing the spoils, and dredges.

A scratching at the present surface.
Moon lights the occasion, rest now.