My blood has bounce

My blood has bounce

My bones can bend

My flesh can rip, 

then stitch and mend.  

A sine jumps up 

then down and back,

a cycle weaves,

my spine can crack.

For all of life

is tears and patches,

of growth in rupture,

of light in matches.

Of ashes, mud, and moss, and mold

Of spores and buds, and new from old

The flexible, will learn to thrive

The rigid prick, will burn his hive

For all of life, is death of same,

and bouncy blood, will ease the game. 

Irrelevant

Irrelevant

The thing that is irrelevant,

Is what we ask for most.
Why do we care? Why lair it bare?
Nothing to hide or boast.
We seem obsessed with relevance,
And dish it out to trash.

Pry deep to reach a surface.

A comfort and a rash.

Ignoring those who matter,

And hailing those who don't,

The coin can flip as quick as cash,

Hold faith to you it won't.

But it can be destroyed.

I'll redefine the point,

Of what we ask, of what we mask,

And rip the boggarts joint.

So go ahead and ask.

I'll tell you all I am.

But what is truly honest,

Is that I am my am.

VEGA VISION No. 11 

Letters to a Tree

VEGA VISION No 10

Cardinal Trees and Golden Bears

VEGA VISION No 9.

The Land of the Trees

VEGA VISION No. 18

Let's not study.

VEGA VISION No 8

The Tour

"I'll Try the Champaign"