Apr. 19 2009
A new piece, just surfaced the other day. I was once under the coverage of this great arboreal. Like those drifting summer days in the Mojave desert, time spent under shade and out of sun. Languid hours dreaming and remembering. Memory serves and is precious to contain.
Apr. 12 2009
Springtime has always held a sense of confusion and precarious balance for myself. The winter tries to hold on steadfast to the bitter end while warmth slowly attempts to creep in around all the fuzzy edges. It is not a bad time, but rather an odd transitional period between the two seasons. I feel for the most part that the months of April and May are essentially a limbo period, but ironically a limbo period that fosters growth and productivity. For this time I dedicate a new piece below titled Day of the Rams. For these sentient beings I only hope for the best balance and grip into the new folds of time.
