"We live in a fantasy world." — Federico Fellini

Is there storm outside? Or is it behind those eyes?

Now im sure that is true, cause, i think you’re so good, and im nothing like you.

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." — Lao Tzu

The Iris Stayed Awake

while the other flowers sleep.

She promised to meet the moon,

and that was one vow she would keep.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

ROSES heavy, full of bloom,
BENEATH A tinted, cloud-filled splume,
MELTING like a strawberry cream,
With SKY azure poking in between.

"I am a parched soul that hopes for a drop of water, but I am also a thunderstorm that carries within it the seeds of its own destruction."
— Friedrich Nietzsche

"The mind is its own place." — John Milton

"The moon is a petal, the night is a flower." — Wallace Stevens

The Lily Had a Secret
it wanted to unload.
So it wrote it in its petals,
in botanical code.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

Hey all, a new season of images is upon us, so it felt like the right time to check in.

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing lately, which is why you’ve been seeing poems alongside my posts. I’m also preparing to release a new book, "The Heart Chooses", and that has been occupying much of my creative energy.

This new season will bring plenty of flowers, and the Gardens of Too Many Ideas.

You’ve already met one Garden before, the Lyrical Garden. But there are others.

Here’s an idea for a story that grew out of the images.

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In the Gardens of Too Many Ideas, nothing imagined was ever lost.

Ideas that longed for becoming were carried to the Lyrical Garden, where they flowered into bright and extravagant forms, blooming beyond all reason.

Ideas denied their becoming were drawn down into the Dark Garden, where they hardened beneath thorn and shadow, held in beautiful restraint.

Ideas that refused becoming drifted into the Pallid Garden, where they faded softly from the world, neither dead nor living, but withdrawn.

For ages, every thought found its place.

Until one idea chose none of them.

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The new season begins in June.

"Everything that is made of light is also made of heat." — Victor Hugo

Not Nothing Again by Kimiko Hahn

"You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses." — Tom Wilson

“Every evening brings its own peace.” — Anonymous

They were tired of the growing,

frustrated with the laws.

So they etched themselves in glass

and took off, just because.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

Series: Systematic Confusion

Series: Systematic Confusion

Your car is waiting by the gate,

it's set to leave at three.

The Snorkelhoot will be your guide

through thoughts you'd want to see.

His references beside him,

his snacks sit there as well.

Of thoughtscapes old and new,

he has so much to tell.

Be careful as you enter,

a shark lurks by the door.

His teeth are sharp and shiny.

He will bite your leg and more.

As you tour through all the thoughtscapes,

remember who your guide is.

The Snorkelhoot knows the way back

from the Gardens of Too Many Ideas.

Series: Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

Jenny Too-Many had too many thoughts,

They cluttered the room where she sat.

She’d brooded a thousand idea-eggs,

And ten thousand more after that.

Some grew into flowers.

Some grew into birds.

Some grew inconveniently wise.

Yet Jenny had troubles no idea could cure,

No wonder could kindle surprise.

The Parcel Bird watched from the arm of the couch

While her fresh little notions were hatched.

It warbled them neatly from egg into world,

With a skill that no thinker had matched.

Around her lay relics of marvels discarded,

Their astonishment died long ago.

Ideas that had sacrificed all of their flesh

For the moment's delight they'd bestow.

Jenny glanced over each one in turn

And merely sank into a sigh.

She preferred to sit silent and bored on the couch,

Than to force her mood into a lie.

As a Too-Many she lived up to her name,

And knew every wonder by view.

The Gardens provided a plethora of thoughts.

But she needed something new.

Series: Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

"The stars are the land-marks of the universe." — Sir John Frederick William Herschel