Recovery
You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do. Kurt Vonnegut Continue reading Recovery
Month: June 2022
Recovery
You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do. Kurt Vonnegut Continue reading Recovery
Recovery
You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do. Kurt Vonnegut Continue reading Recovery
How Close, Remote
After the trail had taken in the old steel bridge down to the river he found that every climb refused to end, but instead revealed another riser, but his pace did not waver. The wet soil revealed a host of … Continue reading How Close, Remote
Thistle Haiku
Lazy soft purple Tension of anxiety All says ‘Do not touch’ Continue reading Thistle Haiku
Seeds of a River Haiku
Dewdrops and Sunlight Now coalescing Flowing to Oceans Continue reading Seeds of a River Haiku
Stones and Stories
The mountain fell, crushing ghosts and pavements Camouflaged the clouds here we stand in crooked streets and scavenge wooden trinkets Here we taste something cold and crisp Awake the laughter of stones and stories Asking for the late sound of … Continue reading Stones and Stories
Hidden Haiku
Untouchable grass Concealed beneath frozen cloud Misplaced and too loved Continue reading Hidden Haiku
The Auburn Sunrise
Whatever sufferings we have stretch between two places filled with light and dust, trees and the living the voices of the displaced dead become the way that early grapes taste or the feeling of being alone in a crowd on … Continue reading The Auburn Sunrise
The Ashes of Kingdoms
There is no more than anything. We found lulls in the week, where we talked of the kings of the eerie jagged valleys. Even this felt like work, seeing our deaths laid before us, while fantasies of wooden kegs of … Continue reading The Ashes of Kingdoms
Chant of the Ruby Pheasant
The shuffling of a river, the careful prayers of the wet soil healing waters, larches weep and I lost a shoe in the muddy turmoil where the water is sweetest Only a sudden fall of snow can break this spell … Continue reading Chant of the Ruby Pheasant
Her Emerald Arms
Staring at the closed eyes of the absurd whispering of the oceanShe tells me “This is okay. ‘This is your first destiny.”And I fall into her emerald arms in the great beyond, hateful below all measure,so fast, so far away.What … Continue reading Her Emerald Arms
Sapphire Tears of Exultation
These are the flowers of thought the shape of a walk the perfume of grief in a happy momentThese are the last hugs unremarked and the last push on a swing the last time to wake to birdsong and taste … Continue reading Sapphire Tears of Exultation
Elegy
There is no grave at which to weep, just ashes in the brickwork deep to shelter from the mistrals’ breath the only home for him since … Continue reading Elegy
The Abhorrence of Emptiness
The grass turned gray and the horizon sour and weary as you idly sit tousling the dandelions waiting for the rain to find the land What dreadful happening can deter the Sun from it’s rightful path? This cold wind does … Continue reading The Abhorrence of Emptiness
Blaze of Obscurity 