Fortress
The sun was in beamsthrough the travelling trees,like a ruby- a lasering strobe, as I did a drivein convertible breeze,well abreast of the darkening road. And “Houses of cloud”(did I … Continue Reading Fortress
Belongings
A broken lace. A secret place. A baby face. A bell. A ponytail. A woodland trail. A sunlit vale. A spell. *** Photo: Pinterest
A brain, a heart, and courage
You must’ve been a big man in the schoolyard. Yes- that is what I think when I watch you with others. Did you lie in wait for that puny kid … Continue Reading A brain, a heart, and courage
The little bird
You were a mindful runawayfrom a simmering home. The anchor still heavy.The chain a little longer. Pick up and run, my boy.Try out your tools.Unearned guilt needs no absolution. Know … Continue Reading The little bird
Pincushion
This skin gets more and more thin, and can’t stop what wants to get in. What’s seen in crowding eyes. What’s under, in disguise. This night life sees the knives; … Continue Reading Pincushion
Until then
When I begin to speaka learned languageto a veiled world, please know that I have always loved you- my hand-holder, my chaperone.
Getting used to it
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied … Continue Reading Getting used to it
Serendipitous
As if the deck had been shuffled by some calculating clown, we were thrown together. More than once. More than thrice. Our two wrongs. But, oh! You made me blush … Continue Reading Serendipitous
Seconds
~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
In memory
Were I to gatherthe rarest of woods,matchsticks in multitude,and vintage amber lac,I would set to the building of that Strad,its secrets laid bare by an angel. And in its voice … Continue Reading In memory
Seasonal
November is when cats die, in my experience. One from a seizure. Two from tiny hearts. They helped with Hallowe’en first, then left me to cry in doldrums of cold. … Continue Reading Seasonal
Reflections
~The swell and billow of a cloud in the blue hand of the sky. The slowness of its permutations, and how it imagines into life these tiny brown birds who … Continue Reading Reflections
Closets
I think of what the skin holds in, what’s in the bone, alone. The finds of the fingers that linger. What’s unsaid beneath the teeth. *** photo credit: https://openchurch.com/free-download/photo-of-womans-face-in-shadows-1004047/
By a brook
~Somewhere by a brook~I say. A Freudian slip. You say What? What was that? I say ~Nothing~ but can’t keep a leash on plodding thoughts that say ~Plant a small … Continue Reading By a brook
Etchings
At times,I am one for shrouds- the fogs of morning, the smokes of burnings, squints through filmy windows. Oh these private mysteries, these fond imaginings- Manet, Monet, Degas, Renoir. I … Continue Reading Etchings
Desperados
~I drove a car two hundred miles today. I know we’re not supposed to hug, but a woman cried in my arms as I despaired for her world. She said … Continue Reading Desperados
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