Fell into a symmetry of water Each whisper unheard Bound by tin and shame I startled the starlings in their theft Held hands with death And lay in the fields These years of river water Are now just an idea, … Continue reading Years of River
In these waters light is ended Into rainbows never mended As these ghosts have whispered songs When the birds would practice wrongs All these sinews of the rain In the morning light’s refrain Race to mock the setting sun Clothed … Continue reading Twilight of the Rivers
It’s a moment of indistinct injury that manifests in the salt water and makes him think he’s just been stung by a wasp. The paint is simultaneously in his left foot and behind his eyes. It makes him stop what … Continue reading Healer and the Rest of Night
Be still, and feel the waves of these hills these disruptions to how a place tastes Wooden walk, too many flowers Eyes were closed too tightly Like every book you never read in a library This is the currency of … Continue reading How a Place Tastes
The healing springs will levitate the captured arrows of a fate to grim a sight to now behold in cheerful ruin. We are told to cut the soil and glue this stone to paint the tombs as white as bone … Continue reading Breath to Mend
It’s the kind of stop you make in a flurry of impulse – seeing the sign for the chapel, realising it’s significance and turning in a little too fast so the tyres scrunch the gravel in the carpark and leave … Continue reading Maria’s Chapel
All this Storm is an unwept tomb and a thistle cut, in gathering fume All this sand has endured rain in a dark green place where there is no pain to pathways as I ran in space felt like assumptions … Continue reading All this Storm
Between these two fields A Creator blessed waters This healing ribbon Continue reading Holy River Haiku
A Poem for the Anniger Weg hike and the spirits who imbue it with beauty and peace On the Anniger Way, I found a respite above the plain, above a quarry where grapes grow in serried ranks Dust on my … Continue reading my aching sadness
Between the spaces of every Snowdropare the little lives of the futureCaught in quiet places to dieA faltering autumn, little oneCan I save you?All the spirit lights for youAll the tears that must followA silent dawn and a rainy leaf … Continue reading Grasping Driftwood
If you desire healing,let yourself fall illlet yourself fall ill. Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī Continue reading Quote: On Healing
Whispering grass sways delicately, its rustling all but obscured by the chorus of a thousand summer creatures. We leave the adults to their chatter and explore the garden that leads to a decrepit orchard the yields to a river bank … Continue reading The Healing Water
I wonder what is there? Beside that old dry creek bed, Inside that routing wool shed Beneath this stone. It’s the kind of fear that feels like the sound of a dripping gutter that keeps me moving. If I stop … Continue reading Don’t stop
The sound of the last jets is waterfall distant and the rain has paused just long enough that the world is sickly and bleached in resin. There was a stone in my shoe that cut into me, and I bled … Continue reading Sleep with the dusk
Blaze of Obscurity 