She wakes, and even dishes learn her day, For love has tipped the balance of the light; The kettle trills, rehearsing songs of night, And seconds kneel, obedient, to stay.No task remains that's not wanted to do, For hope has gilded every common...

Before dawnthe sky is the colourof opened flesh,and over the sleeping roofsthe planes passso highthey are only silver woundsstitchedacross scarlet reds.The old crowon the telephone wireturns its head west.It knows something.Smoke writesits thin scriptureover the world.Not prophecy.Exhaust.Not angels.Men.Men in...

Jase the Old and Tali the Young - Christmas, 2025When I was born, I stood against the wind, A little king of untested land and bone, And thought the world must yield itself to me, As though the sky...

From living,  to memory,  to dust,  to forgotten.    My beloved, so many pictures, so pretty your grave, so sadly forgotten.    From heat of blushes, to the cold of death, to existing in memory only, to forgotten dust in the wind. 

Only certain speciesthrive in poor conditionsvivid with colorresilient in survivalwith large petal earsto provide shade andmagically bloom tusks the color of ivorywho hold onto memories and tailscherishing their youngwith their trunk handsothers playful in black and white stripes each...