Red Rocks, 9.5.25
Music’s red cathedralA palace of light and reverberationReminding us there are still placesMagical realms where people perform togetherRoles of art and appreciationAmong these the fire watcher’s daughterFills the space with energy to overflowFocusing the collective into a column of soundLight and loveTo the sky
Small Hands Excerpt
Full heart, loose hands.As the song says, time slips through like grains of sand,each lost moment a silent testament to its ceaseless flow.I chase melting edges,trying to grasp and hold back a river of time,a constant current carrying me and her onward,whether we are ready or not,through the landscapes of our lives.Via InstagramFrom "Small Hands"
http://sublimedevolution.com/2025/08/15/small-hands-excerpt/
Noise
The physical pain of it..Attacking and eating attentionWhen sounds become noiseInternal and outside worlds in tensionEvoking violent outburst rarelyMore frequently kept inside, but barelyExploding like one of those round bombs That the roadrunner gets Wile E. Coyote to swallow somehowThen a puff of smoke, concentric circles, polluting my home, felt by family, creating frownsVia Instagram
Stepping Stones
I once heard a song about light, Where obstacles are stepping stones. But limits take many shapes: Real, perceived, walls of fear of being alone. Setting sunbeams fall through trees paving a dappled path With shadows of negative space (Potential traps) From one spot to the next, I chase… These stepping stones to the future,Hope burning in darkness.Via Instagram
Titans of Trantrums
Two titans of tantrumsSquaring offOne orange and oldOne addled with bloody peeOne wonders what could have beenWith therapyVia Bluesky
http://sublimedevolution.com/2025/06/30/titans-of-trantrums/
Iowa Sky
Boundless canvas stretched across the sky A view to contemplation in an expanse of blue and gray Honest work, toiling in the earth Soil so dark and deep, you could lose yourself Few asked for more, kept their head down Some looked up and walked away Canvas ever changing Future written in the clouds and Time dances on the wind…
Low Info Voter
“I haven’t paid attention” Say low info voters Who blithely take for granted Their pensions or freedom & the promise of our experiment Until It’s supplanted. “How dare you!” They’ll say, Angry that we paid Attention And, they’ll contend, Didn’t try hard enough to avoid this end To awaken them. Via Bluesky
We Must Fight
I know, I know. No easy way, to dig in today, too busy to join the fray, But you’re falling prey and you’ve got the future to weigh. It’s coming for you, The MAGA ideology, a Project 2025 reality, the brutality of the potential death of hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of people around the world and here at home…
