as with all things tangible, there is a beginning. which implies substance, and also, that at some point, there will be an end. but, as is standard in this life, we know not when that end will be. does that prevent us from reaching onward, outward? i certainly hope not ( Read more... )

slight catch of [not] your hair
[just the back]corner of my eye, glimpse that turns and shifts ( Read more... )

walking silently through the brisk cold
[sun out, blue sky, but biting]
knowing through and through into what I walked
and yet going
keeping a bet with myself
[as always]pushing just a little farther ( Read more... )

How often these times have come,
whispering near-silent thoughts cascading down
in a slight hush, barely tasted, perseverance and an almost off-hand smile

the eyes, they hide what lies[truth?] beneath ( Read more... )

swirls ( Read more... )

though I can't see you, I can feel you there ( Read more... )

It's been almost a year... more is on the way. It's in here, I just can't seem to get it to come out.

But out it wants.

Soon.

~*~

and here we am, once again
heart beats in time to the fans on overdrive,
that slight tickle on the skin, kissed by doubt

movement behind the eyes betray thoughts of contentment
as the the flickers of light dance and frolic [as they do at times like these]
idle times they may be, and idle time does be dangerous
[treacherous, even]and a quite ( Read more... )

there it is, there it was, and there it goes
racing by as it pulls to and fro
[stop and go]

corner-glances at a pseudo-beret and a coffee cup in hand,
a sideways glance at a near-missed encounter
[and yet a dove folded just for you]
impromptu, in the modern style
[the way you like it]and the heart goes pidder-pat with anticipation ( Read more... )

Kendall stop on a Braintree train ( Read more... )