art of healing

the origin of blossoming

there was a time in my life where i would have seen this as a painting, a watercolor to be exact, of a reality called dahlias. in those days i might have commented on the style, the technique, used some art terminology to capture the artists capturing, of this thing in reality called dahlias. but […]

and then, no more

she was never going to leave me, and i was never going to leave her, she’s gone now, and i am too, lost, i mean, has anybody seen me? she wrote me a poem once, “Ghost dance and I am there, on the plains, as in my dreams, as i was, brown skin in sun, […]