flowing
water paint
the lines
of
mountain landscapes
the earth
has her waist
belly curve
and
somewhere, inside the toaster oven
the tension
in a small spring
is released
a tiny bell rings
the heat
warped a coil
and released the spring
inside,
above the rapidly cooling
elements and below
the toast is oxadizing
slow carbon burn,
strainght line
right across the top

oh humm... this resonence reverbiration is building to a creshendo point up high in these mountians and i am about to embark on the coastal treck westward to the hum and gory of the city of light, Vancouver here i come. So excited to see me family there

lake licks stones
edge of deep embankment
take me down this road
like pebbles
drip down
exposed earth hillside
tumbling open
as the sun

deep in the kootanays smoke rolls slow over the mountians from raging northern fires and across the lake the jagged valhalla mountains cut the sky.
peace and blessings
gratitude in hand and heart i move

The rain tapps infinite beats hard on the tin roof as the storm comes in again. Katarina sits at the back yard table under the old metal awning. And we feel the deep rumble and crack right above. A raccoon runs across the back yard hardly visible through the downpour of rain light white form the sky and it ripples over the yard and house and across the city. A Powerline out above the street rings out a sharp tone as it is pulled down by a tree branch and discharges into the air. Still ... read more