twelve minutes winter drive

Street lights, branches, dying snow banks Traffic lights are glowing Stopping and then starting Streets are paved in gray slush Corners bathed in sodium Trees all crying softly Mountains disappointed Chemical Reactions Iron lines are falling Hysterical and dying Crossing roads no caution

Tracks

Just a little taste at first, he appears through the city streets there in the Votive Church the languish in the grounds sleeping while awake. Inside a woman tries to steal the coin box for the candles and is chased away by the priest scratching her arms. Another time, an old street by the ice…

Forest Silence

These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.Samantha Hunt

Dry Wells

Where did this place come from? Who grew these stones? All this light is pressed into service and becomes sugar and then dust. When these doors opened last they took in the shuffling feet that carried to the rows of rows under the darkness of stone and hope. When did you walk here last? How…

Discouraged

It hurt sometimes to be loved by you like the momentary realization before the nettles sting flares into pain. I beheld you standing in the hills last gasp and you were filled with light in your silhouette. I didn’t stop wanting because the love belonged to me despite. – my fear -your anger (or even…

Satellite View

What can you do when you come home and nothing has changed except yourself?

9 steps

You will walk: – over hummocks of grass beneath perfect pebble-crete – making footfalls like blessings of the excitement of eggs, newly laid – in nests made of the hair of lovers, the husks of grass.   You will love: – the way that he looks up at you, fierce and loving – in the…

For the Fallen

For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon, 100 years after the Armistice.

Silent Clamouring

Missing you is like the new past the way I couldn’t feel water in my bathtub when I was small your absence is not like that of air, but of the way I want to touch the slope of a mountain until I reach the summit.   Green souls clamour for the forest and I…

Diminished Magic

Here Are Monsters I believed, emphatically believed, in the existence of the Yeti, UFO’s and the Loch Ness monster for so long. As far as I was concerned was only a matter of time before the first incontrovertible proof would emerge to convince my family. I didn’t need any further proof – the grainy, unfocused…

Muharrem

It it the radiance of his soul  that I shall remember most vividly. Fat and endearingly ugly,  we all called him Muci, (rhyming with poochie). He was Turkish, one of the many who lived in the area, hated and distrusted by the Austrians as they were. At the time they often squatted in the empty…

Below

It’s the feeling you get when the plane pushes through the clouds and the gloomy day becomes awash with all of the light of the sun but in reverse. But slowly, under the trudge of your footsteps -careful now, don’t want to slip- remember when we descended with him? On crutches! and only one leg…

Abecedarian for Night Snow

All around the dark diminished as snowlight glimmers in my eyes. Blue as crocus petals finished by the heat of summer skies. Catch the sound as distant traffic cascades down the autobahn. Drivers hunched and curses graphic, delicately fearing harm. Eagles soar by floating mountains every feather kissed by breeze, floating in the snowy fountains…

We Built a Fire

We built a fire, there in the lee of the rain a teepee of pine needles layered into ever larger gradients of sticks, like the tomb of a forest pharoah. Held flame to it and felt it grow into warming glow, and lay back on the hill and looked up and out.   Purple star…

Bluejay

Birds now, birds wondering if the solid earth will hold them I dreamt I was falling last night, and woke so quickly it was as though I had never slept at all.   You were dying, we spoke a little when we had to, ate when you could. I remember the feel of rubber wheels…