Capitulation — Is this the ultimate capitulation The endings now arrived To lick my wounds in lamentation And thank the good lord, I survived In the air, there’s a feeling of freedom Liberation on everyone’s lips Ceding is also superseding The hurt and the pain I have missed Stepping quietly, avoiding the briars Dancing in between dandelions Saluting the Sundays of sunshine The…

I was left with the trees —

If you dare — It’s time to mine the answers. We’ve been digging in the ground. sun, wind, and sustainability And renewables, we’ve found. The darkness of denial And screeches meant to scare. Let’s get past this harsh lambaste And do it if you dare. Settle for nothing less Let’s entertain the best. …

Moments — A single breath of sunshine The soul spirit and scent A cruise into the cosmos Nature is heaven-sent. Her arms enfold around me. Her inherent elixir of oil Moving amongst the winds of change Part of the mortal coil. Torn between twin realities The alchemy of the trees Picked up…

On the telephone — Put the phone on speaker Talk about the local news Play follow the leader Talk about what’s on my mind Then listen when you talk Then I’ll tell you where I went When I took a walk We’ll talk about the weather Family and friends What’s the latest magic cure And that’s not where it ends A bit of local gossip Spices…

in hiéroglyphes — Allo…? Zeus? Pick up the phone, — it’s Me, the goddess of goddesses undomesticated but glorified and loved by you in such a manner that any grammar of any language couldn’t be enough to express it for would-be stumbling in words anointed by saint myrrh of illusion in beatified memories collected in hiéroglyphes that are able to get decoded…

no matter what, each smile shares a story — there’s a smile at the corner of my lungs traversed by the bridge of some memory, when i assumed you breathe in my club, wallpapered into different shades of blue like the sky and sea, and my eyes’ color… there is a smile that strips your shadows bored and rambled in…

And other time — Dropping from the stars, I glide and hide, then hover, Then add once more to my memoirs, Images I discover. Down below the river flow, Into the turquoise sea, And the land is aglow, In mid-morning reverie. A map of minute detail, A view from up above, All in scale…