Story of Water

Well after midnight having walked the pathway 

deep into the forest I noticed when the steam began 

hanging low to the ground the chirruping crickets 

faded into the distance interlaced with odd susurrations

 in the mist occasional caws of crows from the horizon 

approached every now and again sometimes they could

 be heard flaking apart further off in the darkness. 

Other times the leaves were heard to be whispering 

low when the winds died down secrets too faint 

to discern lost on cascades of fading laughter left 

behind in the wake of a passing babbling brook. 

The river tells all in its myriad language of forking 

tongues every little stream wending and winding 

its way into the mainland the latest filament 

to reach out for a long drawn out taste of the sea. 

Revenant Salamander

 

     This iteration of an old favorite watercolor on glossy photopaper analog fashioned image clarified by having the photograph taken of it uploaded as a .jpeg with its pixels illuminated through the light of a computer screen really speaks to me in its miniature captured multiple isolated pockets of squid tentacled tidal pools of curled up into tight bunches of fractal coral iconographies merging into the intertwined tubular arteries flowing into one another, now hi-lit and streamlined into new and surprising pareidoliac configurations tracing a subliminal echo of living organs packed beneath tissue and pressing their foetal faces against the glowing albumen of a new dawn curling inside us deep within the molecular level long buried under the stratum of the never ending chimerical evolution of the flesh.  Long live the new flesh in all its twisted tapestry invoking the hieroglyphic story of the development of our long engendered process of life.