Απαλές νότες jazz πλανώνται στον αέρα ζεστό φως κεριών τρεμοπαίζει γλυκά στο πρόσωπό σου ας πάγωνε τώρα ο χρόνος μ’ ένα πλατύ χαμόγελο πριν φύγει και χαθεί και νοσταλγία γίνει NIGHT OUT (Translated) Soft jazz notes float in the air Warm candle light flickers sweetly on your face let time freeze now with a wide smile before it goes and does not return and turns into nostalgia – Anastasia Michailoglu
In your eyes, is Eden. A dream of a grand reflection. Brought to brilliance by quintessence. Where earth and stone unfurl from the mist of the mind. Flourishing Thought with fauna. As wild trees draw breath. Beseeched by deep streams and still waters. Fermented foundations of one’s making. Spill forth from dreamed fixations, whenever you are near. Your name, carried through whispered winds, flow over nourished plains. Lulling consciousness beyond blue void so vast. To…
She brightens brick From -tested antiquity, To a rich framework, Whose shimmer Never actually dissipates. Those ruby earrings Dismantle blue hues. Like a scalpel, They dissect ocean waves. She’s a burgundy cup of coffee. Her heart runs vermillion, With a porcelain finish. She’s a Pacific Rose in the fall – Always freshly picked. She’s bright fruit in the summer. My Strawberry Princess. – William F. Pattee
You Those glasses on your pupils shimmer, You Those waterfall shoulders, You The white flag that hangs off your ponytail Disarms me The soft red I see in blue eyes, You Mesmerize Take my course and make me Capsize Realize That yesterday doesn’t have to be tomorrow Afford the time I had to borrow Aw, You Who knew? And if I’m lucky I’d say, me too – William F. Pattee
these gentle sounds of the waterfall the more you dare to edge closer, the more you are exposed with those sounds of crashing water with the cool air meeting your face nature shares her magic a type of magic created for us appearing like a canvas for admiration or merely dancing against our fingertips a magic which is accessible the natural world consumes me there is privilege in breathing this fresh air i am small…
Things I am grateful for today: i. lipstick smudges. wrinkled bed sheets. morning sunrises my partner wakes me up to see before soothing me back to sleep. day old decarbonated seltzer. limes. houseplants that misbehave. pickles and less notably pickle juice. eyes that are unable to exist fully in the world of the asleep or of the awake so they droop at the start of the day. ii. the first smell of winter air leaving…
Sometimes it comes back, like a warm black hug, that familiar, settled, heavy blanket. I spent years with a seam ripper, trying to rip each stitch apart before their shredded threads would sew themselves in again, to make up for what was missing. Eventually, I finally broke it – the weight became too heavy in the bathtub. soaking through. I lost it then. I lost it in the tub, with my guitar and my bruises,…
You are not here As my eyes scan your face each day wishing this photo wasn’t a momento mori. You are not here in the studio upstairs, In the unfinished portrait I began, what seems like years ago, in these 2020 times. Paint and brushes waiting. But you are not here. I wanted to paint so I could grieve I wanted to brush life into your face. To say goodbye. To trace your eyes, in…
I have yet to find a problem that a warm cup of Jasmine can not fix have yet to find a question where Jasmine Tea isn’t the answer there is something about it about the sound of boiling water and the smell of tea leaves about watching the drink darken as it steeps and the feeling of the steam on my face as I taste that first sip there is something about it that always…
It benefits one to know, that in order to work well and grow: A deep kindness is needed – The darkness can feed it in whispers which comfort the soul – Robyn Blair