Author: maximcartography
I am a wanderlust, poet, writer, coach and literature lover and a faithful Christian. I am the loving babe of Marissa, papa of Daxe & Charles, Lio, Math and Pi, and papu of Xavi. I run and part of my vision board is to finish a marathon before the age of 50.
Seoul Searches its Own Son
Running in Prague with Kafka in My Mind
Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel
Trees slumber fascination
I’ve never known trees slumber better than a procession of quietness, of sadness and the shirking high pitches of forestprimal creatures.It’s a vulture of beauty turning to harshness in wild vinesand weeping robes of colors. I cannot sleep with the sounds of forest telling me to throw a deep shadow and reflection into the narrow … More Trees slumber fascination
Unspoken
Birds flew over the wooden bench wherehe sat tall and simple,a lump on his throat, wanting to say something special.There were mad dreams in his mind,miles, hills, and spread of fieldscrossing over laughters and weddings.Unshaven, red-eye from waiting for that moment.I ran away to the trip of promise, the highway of rushing machine balls,leaving the … More Unspoken
Cat’s Desire
You jumped like a serial thief of the night,unto the lighted gatepost.The clear, the soul darting eyesmerged into a haunting hormone purring.Why did the clothed sky feel the cuddling of your soft hair?Do your independent dreams stretch the magic sleep of heaven’s breast?Your whiskers trembled at the smallest of black swept-lips licking and nine lives … More Cat’s Desire
A Little More
There’s a little more, a little further and deeper,into the heart, into an apartment shower,rough, rogue and robust;someone who knowsso much refuge,the navigatingroad maps of eucalyptus splitting branches,and scroll full terrain pennedin long hands and phrases,the bathing forest, fierce and fearsome,Yes, a little lighter,like the manuscript of leaves falling and decomposing,A little more hurried,the anxious … More A Little More
Giants Reciting Poems
“The real giants have always been poets, men who have jumped from facts into the realm of imagination.” – Bill Bernbach Tonight, I start writing. It is not meant to say that I don’t write. I write and am inspired and proud to have my blog. I write to express the world before me because … More Giants Reciting Poems
A Kiss Silhoutte of Vienna
“little waltz, little waltz, little waltz, of itself of death, and of brandy that dips its tail in the sea” – Leonard Cohen … More A Kiss Silhoutte of Vienna