Category: poetry

  • her waters flow

    under burning skies
    and
    echoes in between
    wander as shuffle 
    grow at weary
    aching for a fall
    to wash hands in
    her waters flow

  • axis;

    Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash
    we all a whorl
    turning in & out
    labyrinthine & fell
    for the internal
    shadowed twists
    allowing for hel in our
    heart bone hearts

    can you see your teeth?

    we lay down there
    at the wytching tree
    buried of her womb
    wishing we could
    embrace her dream

  • tossing a rune — 06jun25

    eihwaz
    we walk dire valleys
    you and i
    our bones are hearts
    for such places between

    pull me gloaming to,
    give this stonefield life

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random. Today’s rune is eihwaz, which has a core meaning of “yew”. Yew trees are associated with the underworld and the axis mundi (world tree), as well as liminal spaces and transformation.

  • dreamspacing

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    kissing at distance
    hands dreamlaced time
    drawspacing the narrows
    thin between eachwith line
    mouth to breath shared
    of lips gone surrender
    no longer bound of care
    silkslip and thigh
    that flesh dreamt skin
    pulling pastlives present
    willing you in

  • twilight eyes

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    nail bitten fingers
    ragged tip raw
    all jaundice & spleen 
    her twilight eyes
    flicker flick
    a celluloid dream
    in shadow & stars
    come my lay, my love
    she hums, a song
    from her past

  • spinning stone

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    a twist on a turn of words
    her flower, his hunger
    they spin stone for bottle
    counting crows perched
    high on the live wire
    to see who gives what & how

    his is the spring
    & her seething gives to dance
    with her flair, her flail
    her everything & ghost
    his everything & love

    suspecting the hollow
    of the old trunk
    in the field alone stands
    they spin bottle for stone
    while crows writhe & laugh
    at how the given becomes what
    in seething this spring

  • nightjar calling

    Photo by Abishek on Unsplash
    this is a day of
    desire slips to fade
    and we watch only
    the forests burning

    ”i’m too old for this shit.”
    in muttered underbreath
    “too old for this shit
    by far.”

    flames lead to smoke
    lead to sputtering fuel
    gone damp in the
    marsh of neglect

    nightjar calling at moon
    waving away those
    memories from when
    we were young

  • wither

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    wither of hand
    her pale song
    under white of snow
    gathering round 
    the earth of wood
    as crow calls
    at the night
    of stony foot

  • restless

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    awake again
    the night sharp
    against bare arms
    and needles in
    the brain

  • drain empty

    Photo by Abishek on Unsplash
    all drains empty waiting for
    someone like you to fill me

    fox screams at the moon
    while owl waits in silence
    ghost chill on my shoulder
    as you drift through
    feet never touching stone