The beginning and end of the Austrian Alps lies in the Bücklige Welt, German for the Buckled World, the place where the Pannonian Steppe yields to the rumpled hills that quickly rise to the true mountains. In the surrounding countless … Continue reading Grieving Part 2
“So the Doctor said that Dad only has about two weeks left to live.” When I got that message from my mother in mid-2015, I felt an all too familiar swoop of dread, but also the sense that once again … Continue reading Grieving Part 1
Smaller than raindrops As sweet as a winding path in the autumn light Every little word said In voices of Garnet, precious and renewed in the echo of a world where a deer is running in the snow a thousand … Continue reading Voices of Garnet
Let me know this joy when hands are frailLet me recall these small voices when sunsets are closingLet me see this figure, tiny when time transforms it into a young man Continue reading Sunset and Small Voices
There is no sound in this world Unless there is the sound of the contented sigh of a toddler eating chocolate too late at night Continue reading The Only Sound
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
I saved all of this sky for you All these unfair storms These motionless droughts These songs of wind and snowI took them from a locket of time and held close until this day where we could walk beneath its … Continue reading All of the Sky, for you
Surface Once there was snow, deep and mysterious. It settled upon the land which never truly woke, as the sun limped a narrow arc, too weak to fight through the infinite particles. You could see trees and buildings standing in … Continue reading A Surface of Snow
Words flung carelessly in fevers, a jumble of boulders, the mist rises around our feet like the backswash of a cold wave The grass is a tangled memory Three drops of blood from your shoulder Acid and tears, moving through … Continue reading The Gathering Dark
Seventy seven percent and that’s fine Little Hands holding toy trucks Little voices are diesel engines Later there will be fields of weary rest Swashes of colour, the swagger of a shutter and irisI will wait and work a littleBecause … Continue reading Beholden to Regret
The Wintersun yielded to the auspices of the wind. The man felt as though he might never be warm again, though the children still laughed and the form their jackets as though the summer was eternal. He considered calling it … Continue reading Laughter in the Wintersun
I am here for Infinity I am here to take cold feet Into warm embrace I am here to fight monsters in closets And cool feverish brows with my hands I am here to turn beds into fortresses Darkness into … Continue reading Kisses into Memories
Oversized JumperA lonely, chirping shadowI can’t be your Dad Continue reading Vulnerable Child at the Playground Haiku
Here is a gift to youPouring from these wallsBreathe lillies and freesiaI’m dying. I am not just winsomeI am cryingNow the trees are whisperingmysteries. Wait for … Continue reading Here.
The Moon made joyous creatures of us, digging for treasures worth more than all the oligarchs, all those meaningless demons on their hoards of misery and blood. White stones shine in the mirror of the sky and our feet and … Continue reading Quartz Hoard
Blaze of Obscurity 