Category: writing

  • heartstone

    Photo by Judy Beth Morris on Unsplash
    we lost those
    flowers in our hair
    when winter winds
    stole our breath
    and turned our
    hearts to stone

    i have been sitting
    for so long under
    apple trees waiting
    for fresh blossoms
    to fall

  • above tomorrow

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    a hilltop kiss
    above old creek wending,
    tangled of vale

    all grains gone gold
    in autumn hours with
    a sun hung low

    burning within, without
    you whisper a secret
    for me to keep

    my head on your breasts,
    slumber come tomorrow

  • Between Shadow

    I often wonder lately if it is my shadow drawing me into dance and embrace, if the million mile journey is here in my heart and conventional wisdom would say that I never need leave home. I give my shadow name, because a shadow should not remain without a name just because it refuses to share one.

    “Scáthach,” I whisper and it just laughs and twirls away. The mistress of shadows, in the castle of shadow, from an island far, far away. It is neither denial or affirmation, and I do not have the energy to play a neverending game of warmer and colder. If it is just my shadow, it would likely care less how it is named.

    But I need a name and so give it one.

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  • workbook

    Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash
    i can't explain
    the tears ragged
    at the edge when i
    open up a workbook
    collection of half-
    suggestive memories,
    why both urges claw
    for slamming doors
    or walking inside

    poison years weary
    and all i can think is
    i wish you were here
    whoever you are
    lingering in shadows
    in the deep corners
    of my mind

  • evermists

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    fingernail tracing moon shadows
    cast on your pale, white thigh
    wondering why we must ever
    only embrace this way in mists

  • scarlet tears, dry rain

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    acceptance creeps
    it was never this lot
    to be, longing & only

    i see

    i see

    i see

    a flash of steel in
    the full of bleak moon's
    pale face fading
    behind stormcloud doubt
    an imposter waiting

    scarlet tears, dry rain

  • Campfire Sessions — 13apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    No campfires for me last night, I’d decided. Instead, I elected to wander away into the day that followed flame as I left the camp behind: Sun blazing on one side, Moon cool and pale on the other. Maple’s yellow leaves fell mystic around me, an autumn kind of sakura celebration lacking only the plum wine for the stream ran beside me, falling over stones and breaking white the reflection of the sky.

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  • for the best

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    we ford streams under
    between rime and rust
    between night and dusk
    running red at golden fall
    drawing our arctic under
    crone days stained pale
    unbroken strides between
    ash, birch and thorn

    checking maps, we see we
    have lost the trail
    and that, my friends,
    might be for the best

  • back to sit

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    somewhere along the path
    i somehow lost my way
    that was what
    old craggy guy
    was trying to say, just
    get back to the sit...
    an expert leading
    by example

  • Campfire Sessions — 12apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    Back to the campfire…

    It the shadows and glow of the flickering ruddy flames, he looks gaunt, grey, and emaciated as he approaches and sits down. His hair, what remains on his taut pate, is a dirty white and as withered as he — scraggly, sparse and I can see more skin than hair.

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