Apocryphon (197–)

A secret book dwells within you of untranslatable fragments only to be deciphered as mysteries foretold by the myriad known and unknown you meet and scarcely recall. The scent of wet cement. Flash of platinum mane. Scarlet line navigating around the bend, her dress a flag around my inchoate wet …

Sun Salutations

Back in the groove so to speak. Tried my sun salutations this morning and wasn’t utterly disappointed in the results – in fact I ended up feeling quite good. Doing the thirteen-point balletic yoga routine remind me, and my body, of the trauma it endured just seven months earlier – …