Fertile is love – an ancient fruit tree soft and up-giving were life root almost too wet – moony world Secret: I wither, am stone
Tag: age
Proposal Response
Aging I am/ but not without wisdom, and disabled / and in more ways, not – unreliability / the state of my body trending / creativity
Age’s Rant
What if days were berries growing bright, whose sumptuous juices blossomed only in Summer? How sad it would be – such limitations, disrespectful of the
End of Day
Sun blazes before it falls, slashes the day’s sky – blue guarding against blaze. Golden grasses absorb the fire, brazen in their clay-baked fields. Branches
Creating
Winter – the colour of my hair, a sedentary state of being, the numbing over of ambitions… These are but illusions… I am fluid, essence
Filters
Age masks the depth and breadth of ability – houses more than anticipated room for expansion, however; current state of disrepair – walls buckling, wiring
