At year's end

A year a month a day

a couple of hours [late]

three autumns

four seasons in sequence of non-

rudimental convictions.

Month in a week

day long[ed] hours dreadfully missed;

time still the only way

to gauge existence here

against the unsurmountable

notion of absence.

A year a month a day —

what kind of a difference make?

If any, or more.

Winter Solstice

"I hear

the tide turning. Last

eager wave over-

taken and pulled back

by first wave of the ebb."

— Denise Levertov

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Winter rushed in last

on the crest of a full tide

veiled in mist whiter 

than snow blanketing the dirt

heavenly pure, predestined.

Happy December Solstice! Welcome Winter 2014!

Dream a dream

"The eye should learn to listen before it looks." — Robert Frank 

Most coveted ―

Revere

". . . and lean not on your own understanding;" ― Proverbs 3:5

Prayer

Apparition

To sail the Seven Seas

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Window-Shopping XXIV: Onda de Mar (Summer 2013)

Reminiscing forward

There are these words and things I mis[s]-

placed amidst hesitance and fear -
to seek uncovering onward

"Keeping things whole" (Mark Strand)

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

― Mark Strand (1934 - 2014)

Crossroads

Black and white switches, "Bergman" tubing

Fractal [e]scapes XIV ― [A]historical

“Sometimes you gotta go back to actually move forward. And I don’t mean going back 
to reminisce or chase ghosts. I mean go back to see where you came from, where you've been, 
how you got here. See where you are going . . .  
I know there are those who say, you can't go back. 
Yes, you can. Just have to look at the right place.”

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"A fixed image of the future is in the worst sense ahistorical." 

― Juliet Mitchell

Fractal [e]scapes ― The Series

Fractal [e]scapes XIII ― Stone of Heart

Unbearably lightweight

Mother and child, and their dog

Sweet Maria

Fractal [e]scapes XII ― Window Lights

On Chestnut Street [étude]

Fractal [e]scapes XI ― To Breathe

Last to remember

Fractal [e]scapes X ― The City and I

Fractal [e]scapes IX ― Displaced

Autumn in the city

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Fractal [e]scapes VIII — Conductivity

Fractal [e]scapes VII — First Snow

Light to dust

Morning Sun

Rising horizon

Fractal [e]scapes VI ― Quasi-librium

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"The distinction between the past, present and future

is only a stubbornly persistent illusion." ― Albert Einstein

Sunset on the hill

Fractal [e]scapes V ― Vine Harvest

Floating scenery

However distant now, the Sea once was here.

His absence steeped in the rigid waves of endless

rolling hills ― a mountainous sea all around

as far as the eyes can spread, obstinate to rest

on a taut string-line horizon, instead

skipping as a flat stone on the crest

of a stalled present, over the bare treetops

abandoned homes under thick moss-covered roofs

tucked in slivers of ancient wool[gatherings]-

like blossoms grappling to the age-

old slate ― the living always reaching skywards

towards the Sun, then, here, now

in this very moment this floating blue scenery

encompasses my entire existence

gushing like an open vein, flowing, fleeting

as Nature claims her own, takes it all back

to heal, to heal.

Then the Sea may return, perhaps.

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Medusa's eye

"Everything begins somewhere else." (Juarroz)

_ _ _ 

Everything begins somewhere else.

It doesn't matter that some things

still remain here

and even end here:

here nothing begins.

Therefore this word, this silence,

this table, vase, your footsteps

were strictly speaking never here.

Everything is always somewhere else:

there where it begins.

― Roberto Juarroz

tr. by Mary Crow

Autumnal light bands

It's true. I chase
the fleeting iridescents ―
and loose myself in
absorbed, quietly.
I in them and you in me
complete.

Burnt-out light bulb

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