Category: writing

  • trinkets

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    we are carved
    jagged of purpose
    we are wraps
    we are rags
    we flint, we thorn
    we tooth, we bone
    suns twinned, southern low
    cracked lips, nail broke
    ragged

    we winter in heart
    waiting for blood

  • ever the stones

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    there is a hollow in the center where
    only the trees & ever the stones
    know my name

    blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
    look to ancestors below your feet
    recalling we are all related
    spreading as spores & tendrils
    on & on

    remember november?
    for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
    at the hollow on the center where
    only the trees & ever the stones
    know my name

  • slag cast, drawn

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
    drawing razorwire taut tendons
    tight breath rustneedle intake
    bury me leaves under shallow
    bury me leaves under stone
    rain wash silt the river down
    rain wash silt the river down

    fidget fingers making shadow words
    fidget fingers making broken songs
    fidget finger fidget misfit
    metal gestalt cuts memory sharp

    close winter my eyes of
    slag cast, drawn...

  • acceptance

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    dizzy for the ringing
    we shambled to heartwood
    sought our way to breathing
    taking in the place where
    we are already beautiful
    if only we can shed skin
    and cast off our rags
    others have bound us
    within

    if trees accept us
    as we are, can we
    accept the trees?

  • in waiting

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    silence of a forest in waiting
    steel skies scarred spark & flint
    here she comes raining & how
    we celebrate her summer rains
    drinking her in as she pours