Tag: divinity
-
When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
-
the forsythia
I can remember them well but only just barely how the large bushes kept and clustered themselves into squat hollow half-trees along that chain-linked fence. their breaching buds yellow (of course) felt forgotten or just maybe fabricated drops of divinity sown right there into plain sight. no one stopped to be with them noticed they…
santos scribes 