outstaring a blank wall You stand before a wall.It waits, blank as withheld breath. What hovers over you?Drafts unpinned,stories unspoken,videos sealed,pages chasing horizonsthat never arrive. Perfection whispers—a mask for delay.What if you placedone imperfect mark?What if you let motioncarve its shape? The wall gathers:crooked sketches,half-born concepts,awkward stretches,jokes collapsing mid-laugh. Chaotic. Messy.Unfit for display. Yet weeks […]

hearth of language   Set the table, and let the light fall,  cut the bread, cost nothing but time.  Read my face for the story—  for and, or but, yet so—  we keep finding ways to meet.    A few laughs shared,  a lot of pauses filled,  twenty of those small gestures  put us back […]