Concentric Pantoum

The earth is mounted upon springs, Like a natural trampoline. Skitter on pinecones, model train tiny. Like a pebble across a lake. Like a natural trampoline The raindrops bounce on the webs Like a pebble across a lake In ever expanding circles The raindrops bounce on the web Of paths through the pines In ever…

Bad Poetry

Bad poetry is all over the web. And I’m part of the problem.

Photo: Raw Earth

Watching the Machine dig up the earth from my office window, I thought about all the things that were taken from this place. Where have the boulders, trees and native grasses gone? Where is the sandy soil that was borne here? When did we decide that a bare patch of grass was worth so much…

Forest Tanka

Into the cold air Breath turned to plumes of white Jade Soil sticks to my shoes Feel the power of night fade Into the misty morning Ruins glow in the dawning Civilisation Here it stands as stone walls deep In the bones of Earth Simple lives no longer sleep Connect to community In the soul…

Letter to the Dead

My darling, I hope all is well where you are and that everything is working out for you. I can’t believe it’s been nearly three years! I honestly had a hard time believing you wouldn’t come back, but it seems that you were right, when you said that you would not be returning home. What…

a deleted space

The lizard crouched in the crevice between the two boulders, as we discovered on the first walk up there that day. Sheltered from the sun that set up a throbbing in the head, it skittered away as I placed my hand there for support on the climb up, and for one nauseating moment I thought…

Sun’s Pantoum

Is this the same sun that now greets you too? A winter caress to greet the new dawn. Here in the gaze of the boughs evergreen to life in the sight of  the mountain’s yawn   A winter caress to greet the new dawn As her fingers intertwine soft with mine Alive at the sight…

Rituals and Recipes II

The Journey The cherries in my Great-aunt’s Garden are the sort of crowning glory to a day that seems impossibly baroque and indulgent in my mind. We set off to one of the outer districts of Vienna, to pay Tante Mitzi a visit. I must have at least 4 Tante Mitzi’s. The diminutive version of Maria,…

Sky

I easily could slip away as does the light above the hill, into obscurity I’d stray and open to the forest’s will.   As water laps the stony shore a whisper of the hungered place, so too my heart is calling for the weeping of clouds on my face.   To these dark places I…

Courage

I probably should have called. We tend to think of the antithesis of courage as being some relative of cowardice, fear, timidity. I got home in August of 2015, after three exhausting weeks saying goodbye to my father, wondering, hoping that he would die soon, that his suffering could come to a close, and that…

Escapist

There is a trail somewhere, more goat track than road. Sometimes it meanders by the river, cushioned by the fall of an eternity of beech leaves fallen. Sometimes it climbs in uncertain fits and starts to the sight of so much sky on the children of the tor. Here there will be strawberries, glowing like…

Pagan

There in the cliff wall there is a space, not quite a crack or fissure, but something smaller than the spaces between molecules. It waits for me to notice it when my eyes are elsewhere.   It brings forth a song of another place one I have never been, my one true home. A portal…

Snow on my Soles

  How water can seem so dry that it crunches sand never made that sound. Watch it settle as powder that brushes into dust and revel in it’s biting crunch underfoot. We are going out today – we go out every day.   The car is barely like being inside beaded seat covers in front,…

The Illusion Of Cold.

How can there be snow so deep in summer? I glance up briefly before placing my attention on the slippery rocky track again, and in that brief momentary snapshot I realise that the snowbank is going to be much higher than my head on either side of the trail. In essence I will be in…

Memoriam

  The sun after the storm covers the trees in molten gold and the phone call comes through, a voice says, “He was involved in a car crash. He passed away on Friday.” And you think about how this voice is just binary code. Zeroes and Ones bringing the ghost of a man’s voice, if…