The gravel glows beyond the sun Whose reach is shadowed in the deep where limestone melts and rivers run Beyond the trees we find the sleep Whose reach is shadowed, in the deep and secret places where we stray? Beyond … Continue reading Moraine Pantoum
Humble red blossoms embalm winter’s promises stained yellow the air of this city scornful and imperious before the sleet falling, embracing the garters of the street sheltering and disguising like paint denying the winter’s fingers. until these blooms fade Continue reading Roses at Autumn’s End
The crow is a plume that runs blue among the foliage; those snarling monsters teeming like sands framed by a small branch and starlight Above her pale flowerlike cheek, the shivering willows. (like an organ of iron, who glares at … Continue reading The Shivering Willows
I dreamed of you last night. You were whole – in a way I can barely remember. You stood there, so it was like the double amputation never happened. It was like your death never happened. You stood there and told me this was the last time we would see each other, and I pressed my youngest child into your arms and then left, and wailed in my dream, because I had ruined the last goodbye with my fear I woke up then, in the dark, to the sounds of the frogs in the creek, and the crash of some … Continue reading Staying Awake So I May Sleep
This is a sliver of the breach of day a lapse of everything but warmth. These apricot cages are transitory These fingers will find equity some day Continue reading Some Day
The waiting room is not exactly lovely, but I come to like it because it reveals something positive during a time that should only be awful. Seven storeys high in the hospital tower’s main gray slab of concrete, it’s the … Continue reading The Wild Mountain’s Whispering
Green with waiting, forests stutter – whisper – leaf a voice to incite all the wake of needle’s flutter down to footsteps ‘fore the knight Whisper leaves a voice to insight of the moment that the sun came down two … Continue reading Lost in the Time-Forest
A fortress, however hard it tries will always be weary abandoned by cold nights where other parts of old cities revere the light like a painting Dejected and hopeless these stones yield to the strictures of the wind and rain … Continue reading Blueberry Wine
How should we measure our success when blogging? Likes and follows simply are not the correct metric. Understanding the creative urge is vital. Continue reading Proof of Creativity
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”And the lily whispers, “I wait.”Alfred Tennyson Continue reading The Lily Whispers
My 4 year old tells me that his toy dumpling is a time traveller who brought back a woolly Mammoth skin to keep the toy pineapple warm. I agree and it’s not until the barista at the cafe can’t restraint … Continue reading Love only Makes Sense on the Inside
The disappointment of footprints That cannot be followed I saw the whales keep I found tiny treasures alive in the stillness Did too many silly things Touched a girl with reverence she reserved for her God Ghost trails and broken … Continue reading Alive in the Stillness
There is cold sunset A place to yield A model of snow A memory of mountains Continue reading Cold Sunset
The desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors… For from here love degenerates into habit, … Continue reading Reflections in Different Mirrors
On the trail is where I commune with the dead. I had a moment years ago where I was on a trail and had the epiphany that thousands of people over many decades had walked the same place I was … Continue reading Less than Memories
Blaze of Obscurity 