4. Northbank Trail, Richmond, VIrginia

13 July 2014

To You:

This year has been an angry fumbling
in the dark
I have torn through pictures of you
muted Polaroid pictures
of our bodies postured.
With water in my mouth
I've shuffled and reshuffled
all the things you showed and said
and suffocated in the humid grief of silence.
My mind has been in tantrum
throwing thoughts like punches
into the wind from your departure.
Your swift flight into the openness startled me
as if you had died unexpectedly
in the birth of our creation.
I, this screaming infant
Wrestled from the womb of words
you spoke
of how each piece of me was yours
and that we were bound in this perfection.
I wrote you off.
Then I wrote you a letter
begging for you hands on me
and you came in hurried aegis
like a parent to a child in nightmare.
A return like a hushed lullaby.
I finally slept.
I finely slept.
And awoke with the taste of honey.
But daybreak brought stillness
and my awakening from a puerile dream.

From,
A

3. Juneau Arts & Culture Center, Juneau, Alaska

5 July 2014

To You:

Art is heightened humanism.

The uncommon communion of the brain's many corners.

This stimulated muscle unfurling

a woven wonder if harmonious thought.

Stripped like lovers

tangents of the mind unite.

This flag is a wish to communicate with anyone it reaches. It's an invitation for you to share your thoughts about this place or this letter or anything really...

Your Friend,

A

wordsinwait.blogspot.com 

2. Montana Creek Trail, Juneau, Alaska

                                                                                                                                        1 July 2014

To You:

In all the other places that I've been, thin fingers of nature cling desperately to the ground, crushed under the footfalls of progress. Not so in Alaska. Here the early world wraps its giant arm protectively around the land. It raises its hand demanding to be acknowledged and obeyed. It hovers above all things and with splayed fingers warns---STOP!

Here in Alaska civilization is outnumbered by trees, so many trees that you can see their collective breath rising from the mountains. The trees are the lungs of this landscape creating clouds with a mythic force not unlike the Creator Raven. Mountains disappear into these clouds in a willful reminder to all of us far below that they belong only to themselves, that we voyage up them at our own risk, that we too can disappear into their mysterious greatness.


This flag is the first of many to be scattered across the country. It's a wish to communicate with anyone it reaches. It's an invitation for you to share your thoughts about this place or this letter or anything really...

Your Friend,
A

wordsinwait.blogspot.com

1. The Herbert Glacier Trail, Juneau, Alaska

To You:

We touch with electronic appendages
not feeling what has the potential to be there
or what once existed
when people were more than typeset timelines
    when words were propelled by air
    not by the compression of keys
    when conversations were subtle songs the ear collected
    not dangling threads pressed in glass.

   We have become isolated observers
   wandering a digital landscape.


On Independence Day it seems appropriate to wish for escape from our self-imposed isolation. This flag is just that--It's a wish to communicate with anyone it reaches. It's an invitation for you to share your thoughts about this place or this letter or anything really...

Your Friend,
A

wordsinwait.blogspot.com