Good intentions
Daguerreotype is the day,ancient as I drive. Beside me she is a ghost,and I can’t speak to the veil-the closed idiom of her soul. OrI am the ghostand have simply … Continue Reading Good intentions
White bird singing in the dead of night
As we spoke a wing, long broken, fell off inside of me, unnoticed as a leaf. I stepped out of sheep’s clothing and flaunted a love. And my arms, oh … Continue Reading White bird singing in the dead of night
Chapters
One house had hooks and stairs. Sharp corners and forest. This house is smooth, considerate, and many-plugged. Cats, exploring, find concrete caves down a flight. Loud laundry in the kitchen, … Continue Reading Chapters
For the lost
“FOR THE LOST” In fog’s night, there’s a shimmer. A hint of hearth and home. A muted invitation to one who walks alone. Far away from native shore and succor … Continue Reading For the lost
The day before winter
a walk, shortened, in October bluster. black branches flailing. shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. carpet the catwalks. stick to … Continue Reading The day before winter
Something to chew on
A troubling fall Undone esteem A mother’s pall informs the dream. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/designdrawartes-8580564/
Shrinking violet
Being too-long hesitantto mount the stepsmakes one grow slipper-bound,complacent in regret’s denial.Greenish in huefrom watching the passers-by take to flight. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/geralt-9301/
In plain sight
~It wasn’t like you see in the movies, with large looming ships and lizard people, or elusive saucers seen in the corners of your eye. They were here all the … Continue Reading In plain sight
sunroom
Originally posted on Within A Forest Dark:
Sunroom: Sunlight streaming through vertical blinds by Steve Garner, flickr At exactly 7:44 a.m. the sun rises above the line of covered garages…
Worship
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
Somehow Dawn — O at the Edges
Somehow Dawn I don’t know what to say. Or how. Feeling that I am on the upslope, not close. Not wrong. I want to be that hollowed space in the … Continue Reading Somehow Dawn — O at the Edges
Shut in
From the outside, a look through my window would show a room deeply darkened to a purpose. A face faintly strobe-lit in glints of grey. There are melodies that I … Continue Reading Shut in
An ill wind (haiku)
In this day we lay- the world beset with harpies. Oh, Pandora, why? *** Art by John Williams Waterhouse
High ideals
~Thinking I said something, I fell silent in doubt until a gravelly voice whispered the supposed words into my ear. I turned my head to the side and looked down … Continue Reading High ideals
His highness
These small merciesought to leaven the days,I know.But the dustbin of me,now,runs on fumesand sees its own dryness.Double-dares the Devilin all of his highness. *** Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
In 1964 my father put the entire family on a plane and we all flew to Washington D.C. It was to be a two week ‘educational’ vacation. I was 13. … Continue Reading Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
