Sycamore flowers Red, female on the left. Green, male on the right. Seeds from the females will be spread by wind Platanus racemosa – California Sycamore If you see a row of Sycamore trees in Southern California, you’re going to find a creek nearby. ‘Aliso” is the Spanish name for these trees. The word also […]
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Fellow dancers in joy and pain All of us seeking, all of us gaining Born without asking Placed as a scatter Driven to happiness All the same What to do with such simple equations All the same is all the same All our good work will turn to vapor Do it for love, then All
Heaven’s bent the world’s become scent something here I can’t prevent Wild breaths love’s tracks, leading to the water Talk a mile, touch a smile, find a place to rest Wrap around us, pull the blind, make a moment last Loves’s light, love’s fright singing through the fog The rattle of the water and the
Like a moth to flame or a vulture to the sight of death or fish to food that’s scattered by some traitor from above I’m drawn to softness, touch and warm The rub of flesh, cheek and tongue Hold me close, feel the whispers When we breathe there’s only one – JW Marsh
Now that I’m up, I’m not coming down Happy here in comfort town Air conditioning, ice cold drinks I think I ought to stay Brothers and sisters stuck below Why should anyone help you now Close by the oily grey canal smells of rats and fish surround Maybe some streetcar, bus or taxi will give
Humans, with our trillion cellsand all the other living soulsPlants and crabs and dreams and demonsAll of this world that we’re floating in We live and die togetherHermits and lovers, birds and fishNothing moves, and nothing diesThat doesn’t shake the spirit’s skin Each of us is another mind,another voice, with tools and wishesAll sewn into
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This thing, this creation, life all around, to meet its ends and settle its ground pretends for a while to be you or me It moves the same for a fish in the sea We learn. Just enough to finish our work Eating, gaining, making more Knowledge beyond this threatens the beast Power to take
Borage, Borago officinalis Native to Europe. The name may come from the Latin word “barra’ which referred to a kind of hairy garment The orange flower is a Black-eyed Susan.
Music in the dreary heat Doesn’t need a rocking beat Violins will do just fine To soothe a weary mind Echos of a deeper rhythm Signals like a vivid dream Eyes closed, riding clouds Sailing on a drifting sea Oh the day The worried way Nothing ruined or betrayed Nothing missing, dawn to dawn, Sound
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