life is sad poetry
we like to think of it as a happy ballad but life is sad poetry because even the brightest flowers wither and even the wisest trees rot (but find the beauty in this) Continue reading life is sad poetry
Author: sidgore
orbits
Separate orbits Tiny wanderers drifting around an unknown invisible center What a privilege to have crossed orbits Among the expanse Each a universe unto their own Continue reading orbits
find it
in between rays of light through wistful cotton within blood rushing through veins next to rivers lapping over stubborn stones among dimly lit rooms with bright eyes and colorful drawings on the walls along silhouettes of branches against navy skies from the pin pricks of light piercing through the black fabric which holds us through the rise and fall of breath through the metronome that … Continue reading find it
on normal
Constant flows of people and money through countries and cities and warmly-lit corner stores that smell like cinammon. Motions of pistons in engines, inching cars through rush-hour traffic. Rhythmic, unfailing music of the lungs and the heart. What’s more amazing than things not working as usual? The fact that they work in the first place. And when something hits pause on normal, it’s clear how … Continue reading on normal
on creating moments
this year I’m focusing on creating moments (converging points of vision and intention) looking out over a deep white valley before skiing down marching through dense forest, leaves padding each step the open water, and sun above, and me Continue reading on creating moments
on human nature & gravity
People are revolving around each other Exerting a gravitational pull on all those around them While we cannot change the orbit of others, we can effect them through our own. And vice versa. A body at rest will remain at rest, and a body in motion will remain in motion unless it is acted upon by an external force Continue reading on human nature & gravity
the cracked key
I still have my first keyboard which I got when I was 7 years old. My feet didn’t reach the bottom of the floor when I sat down to play it. My dad brought it home in a big gray box. It sits in my bedroom back Home. The keys creak these days when you play them, from the years of moving up and down. … Continue reading the cracked key
candles in the dark
Since I was a child I have loved flying into cities at night Rows and circles of tiny, flickering lights Clusters of homes and buildings And you in the airplane that someone is staring up at, wondering where it’s going Continue reading candles in the dark
rustling leaves
the leaves have started to burn umber on the edges the crisp fall wind and the still-warm sun sounds of distant leafblowers a transition to the time for reflection and celebration steets alight and spirits light Continue reading rustling leaves
un espresso
It’s windy outside, the jackets of passersby flapping against them Gray, overcast. As it usually is this time of year as winter approaches. The sugary crust of pastries fills the air as you sip the first of your espresso. Quaint cafés like this always have the best bread, you think to yourself, wondering if you should order a basket with butter. Continue reading un espresso
