Driftwood

Just as a child will eventually cease its cries, so too, every storm will pass, and so it was that upon still waters a piece of driftwood found itself idling toward the cave opening. Millipedes and beetles went about their respective business untroubled as the inconspicuous fragment passed them by and thick roots continued their... Continue Reading →

Chestnut Crown

Mottled sky Damp skin Earth blanket Feminine   Rainpour Barefoot Chestnut crown and papercuts   Night bleeds into day Shadow winds smite their prey   Paths appear cut through vine Awaiting her enveloped by twine   As weary souls collect for bed, Resigned to one made of thread.    

The Bridge

Christmas is a time of joy, of well wishing and wonder.  We rarely think of Christmas in the bittersweet way those left by the departure of their beloved regard it; best to avoid such contemplation so as not to call into question our own frail mortality. It is such a marked person I speak of. ... Continue Reading →

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