David L White

Monthly archives for August, 2015

Cookie Crumbles

Cookie Crumbles
Cookie Crumbles I thought I thought something there by presuming a truth as if static / fixed As if something were broken, needed fixing more and I (I) knew how to do it. As if we were moving to baking before the mixing was done … A slice of comeuppance. A raw humble pie. Dark, slow molasses moves into spaces in the recipe that I did not know [...]

Heart Fruit

Heart Fruit
Heart Fruit Nothing but time, ripeness, gravity, and the ground. Finally hitting down there the last edge , the ground Splitting open my heart is crushed crushed open And though my seed may lie there – never going to shoot, to root, to bloom, to fruit my nectar is fine for the bees and ants And in some life times that’s the whole dance [...]

Inside Outside

Inside Outside
Window Shopping I’m grateful I can walk the streets guided by your light while you share vision with the bums that have no living room walls on which to hang your art. That is art with heart   Words (C) David L White 8/12/2015 Image permission via Shelby Keefe http://www.studioshelby.com/ “Inside Outside Nocturne” 16 [...]

Prediction

Prediction
I have this feeling that someone special will show up at the Macyn Taylor concert tomorrow 8/9/15.  The venue seems open to low-key encounters. I wanted to get that feeling recorded early only to indicate I felt it. We will see, yes? Share this:PrintFacebookGoogleLinkedInStumbleUponTwitterEmailPinterestPocketTumblrLike this:Like Loading...

Collapse

Collapse
Collapse is a noun that makes it sound like a singular event it was it went or something in a future tense yet when you admit it you’re in the thick of it it is more the tick tock of dominoes spiraling out of sight it might …… 4:05 a.m. December 7th 2014 © David L White Share this:PrintFacebookGoogleLinkedInStumbleUponTwitterEmailPinte [...]

Wood, Stone, and Buck Knife Box

Wood, Stone, and Buck Knife Box
/// House Warming I gave you wood and stone for your old new home as you return to the comfort of a compound now solitary smudge sticks of Palo Santo to burn in your room and a blunt obelisk of smoky quartz brimming with Reiki as a small measure of grounding, centering, and transmuting to love and light of course you will clear and charge the [...]