#smallpoems Autumn sun slips hiding in hills holding a forgotten valley A crescent moon rises, slivers of hope fading a top a New England town Flickering street lamps, dance in puddles, rippling upon uncounted potholes but washed away as Lights of patched up Colonials click on trying to fight Winter's Approach. In growing shadows factory windows lay bare str
The metaphor of weaving has meant a lot to me this past year. As the world unwinds around us we need to wrap oursevles in love. Femedtech and the Quilt project, exploring why epochs get defined by war and not weaving. Looking for a new metaphor of knowledge brokering and settling on weaving. Considering how multi-species worlding links our spirit and nature
#smallpoems Walls peel in spaces where rust fades seamlessly into dust at times slightest touch Green paint lurches into curled fingernails scratching at nothing Leaves eat at tires flattened Soulless folds of rubber cracked by neglect sit heavy, holding onto pasts not worth recounting Broken chairs shards of plastic pointing nowhere empty bottles labels lon
Truth found on sounds dancing on hymns of a dying leaf Just fade into broken silence of an evening wind while our moon rises on forgotten surprises twisting in a long setting sun #smallpoems