Category: writing

  • mine november

    conceptual portrait of hands with red thread
    Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com
    her embrace mine november
    the only real remain
    slender pale her fingers,
    hair her ebon black
    her crimson at my throat
    here, only sleepwalking
    dawns the midnight sun
    only slowtalking brings light
    whispers,
    you cannot begin to know

  • this spellbound

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    i eigengrau glyph my skin
    sun-pocked stained within
    carve nails with needles
    set quill to down & begin

    mutterchant words forgot
    shuttled off to fen to rot
    leeched a heart of taint
    spirit thorn reflect of elf-shot

    so, this spellbound
    sworn to the stone
    so, this spellbound
    ash, thorn and bone

  • everyone driftboard

    Photo by Greg Johnson on Unsplash
    everyone driftboard skates past
    these hoarsewhisperered screams
    percolating out eggshell cracks
    growing back between the grass
    wiltgreen hairs of tarball sheen 

    glide tinnitus, that heartbeat
    shattermouth glass wrapped in
    barbedwire dreams as the
    everyone driftboard skates
    with only an "oh, bother"
    on lips to greet

  • at twilight

    i invite the night
    to kiss and send
    to drift my body
    down her river flowing—

  • isle

    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    to gone to earth
    in the every
    to slip beneath
    the fen in early
    cross the finger
    crest the blood
    twitch at glisten
    of toothsome blade
    cut the stars
    with hands flint
    all fallen
    turn our eyes
    to the island
    apples of the
    reddest shade
    she ivory waits
    in every way

  • wordless

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    those days where words
    lose all meaning in
    a dizzy haze of dreaming
    and fingers trace lines
    of morning dew across
    your pale skin under
    the rise of the sun

  • drift, oh drifter

    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    slip to dark water
    fatigued of dream
    watching branches
    play with sunlight
    & shadow above to
    drift, oh drifter
    to eversleep

  • unami

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    i can't think in strawberry
    so i do not know that mind
    my thoughts are all unami

    fingers to lips to arm to heart
    drifting that ocean storm again
    acceptance of the taste i am

  • smudge away

    sage bundles in a pot for smudging
    Photo by Ginny Rose Stewart on Unsplash
    i root, now
    i sun
    i river oak
    through

    smudge away
    smudge away
    wash away
    stain

    i paint, now
    i slumber
    i stone sit
    through

    i river oak
    through

  • tidal

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    how many ways can you
    disguise depression before
    it folds back on you
    like an injured toenail?
    echoes in the pond
    ripple only so far before
    a tidal wave falls