Kale Sinclair

Joined May 2021

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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner

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F I N I S
Death exists as a conduit for existence. Life can only occur once light exceeds distance. Beyond the veil, our sight is nonexistent.
By Kale Sinclairabout 16 hours ago in Poets
P I T C H
Buried treasure is entombed in all who seek vibrations. Sound reveals all with various notes of communication. Listening is sacred, the sensation of non-verbal translation.
By Kale Sinclair2 days ago in Poets
B I R D S
We are all the same beneath the shadow of a bird’s wing. Grounded to various acidic levels of Earthen soil, we are all characters in the songs their words sing.
By Kale Sinclair2 days ago in Poets
L E A F
Hello leaf, soulless and free. How on earth did you find all of this solace in me? From where have you come?
By Kale Sinclair3 days ago in Poets
E N T I T Y
Branch-less trees sway in dead gales on the pursed lips of fanged cliffs. Conscious yet breathless sentinels guarding the dark trails of lead veils and red glyphs.
By Kale Sinclair3 days ago in Poets
E N E R G Y
Connection is a kinetic resurrection of a soul’s reflection. The abolishing of separateness transfigures divided perception.
By Kale Sinclair4 days ago in Poets
W A L K I N G
A bulging root is only an obstruction when attention is not being paid. Yet, such lack of awareness will allow you to experience the
By Kale Sinclair5 days ago in Poets
T O G E T H E R
Pain hibernates within the roots of growth. For all things grow, yet not all fruits float. Peace retreats during the blooming of a single shadow flower.
By Kale Sinclair5 days ago in Poets
D O G
A tired dog sleeps to reinvigorate the loss of energy. A tired dog dreams to experience life without a lack of energy. An energized dog runs to recharge their cycle of dreams.
By Kale Sinclair5 days ago in Poets
E Y E S
The ability to ask questions is our conscious tether to the ethereal wisdom which requires no feather. Becoming luminous is a delicate process of transmogrification.
By Kale Sinclair6 days ago in Poets
J A N U A R Y
Trudging through snow, I paused to bask in the warmth of sunlit bricks. Although cold to the touch, their radiance heated the
By Kale Sinclair6 days ago in Poets
Matilda
Silence struggled to take hold over the constant clinking of silverware against ceramic plates. Ron had said a brief prayer, which came out as more of a mocking than a devotion. Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub. The silly phrase danced around within Emily’s brain as she savored bite after bite of the cheesy chicken and crispy Brussels sprouts. Even though she and Ron had played a little bit too much with the potatoes, they were still smooth, creamy, and delicious. The spinach was perfectly tender and well salted. Being Emily’s favorite vegetable, Ron made sure that her plate had an extra scoop.
By Kale Sinclair3 months ago in Fiction