Ornamental, Nature by Amy Ward I love to see when you paint the road red Covering fields by your frail fingertips The hope of loss your charity Then bare and covered in sparkling pearls You hold a hidden smile in your core The taking, giving, is not owned Still, I sense a […]
Earth, bruised by Amy Ward Mother, I cannot hear you Mother do you speak, in whispers or cries? I am short-sighted by my own survival You drip, I drip I bleed, you ache I write in the shadows Organic, mystic, open to light? The paper birds fly, it makes me cry The net shifts, […]
Latency Repeat. Repeat. Formed. Repeat. lost in rhythm and vibration, the mind releases for new meaning found within Repeat. Repeat. Formed. Repeat. Mother, tongue. My first approximation first of the knowing. Interactive noise, we share agency. ET takes me home although classically high fives and sharp thirds; point into the night see the birds fly […]