STRAY GOLDEN

STRAY GOLDEN There’s tragedy in the breakdown but foundation in my fingers. Moving up & down, transposed conversation, in the faith that decidedly lingers. The hues are clueing action and the traction tells of focal laymen, painted gold in dandelion amid exaggerated reason. The liberation of prosperous blessing stacks around ollied walls, and the movement… Continue reading STRAY GOLDEN

Gonzo with the Wind

For the past three years, I pandered my energy with submission to pranks and large bass from muffled speakers. I went Gonzo in the crowd, but never made myself scribble down my prophetic speeches. Many a gospel spoke from the distant closeness of a dance-floor or from a temple of Healing, dimensionally speaking, from the… Continue reading Gonzo with the Wind