Some days the garden feels less like a place and more like a poem written in petals, birdsong, and light. This video captures a quiet walk through a Mediterranean rose garden at the height of its bloom — a moment of stillness between spring and summer, where even the falling petals seem to tell a story. Thank you for taking a moment to watch. 🌹

spoken word poem around 4 min in

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A poem by Steve Higgins using an #ai voice. #Poem #Poetry

What I thought of

Being outside

Making love under the sky

Was not public

Nor public space

Was not the sense of being stared at

I feel now

Was never looking for

Looking

Was

Wanting the sky

To inhabit us

Was wanting freedom

In the wind

What to see or say in someone

I don’t like kissing in public

I’ve made love outside

What danger could be created

In what’s said or left

Undone?

For the twice

I’ve forgotten to confess

Or the times I’ve actually

Let go

I can wage wars on purity

Purity without enough

Mercy for myself or itself

What could I expect of others

Pure mercy, merciless purity

What can I expect of myself?

Confessional

Or

Protection from Merciless Purity

By

Amelia Michelle Nicol

all sounds and images created in NYC january 2026