Category: poetry

  • judgment

    i  swear
    i always intend
    to get out more
    meet new friends
    do new things
    but—

    peopling terrifies me now
    when every word or action
    is a litmus test to
    determine tribal
    affiliation

    it seems more sensible
    to stay at home
    and not subject myself
    to the world’s
    casual judgment

  • murder

    Photo by Aleksei Zaitcev on Unsplash
    a murder outside and
    a drive-by suicide
    laughing, what a joke

    waiting for red fox
    waiting for red show

    chewing on that razor wire
    where did you think
    you might go?

  • careless memory

    person foot on water
    Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com
    i stone eye see
    wondering at
    the fuss of things made
    while even more words
    make timberfall from
    scythed crescent to
    sunset canyon walls

    no more false assurances
    no more casting out lines
    this tightrope is far too thin
    but this tightrope is mine

    step once a million rivers
    passing over and by—
    careless memory
    carry me to night

  • catnap

    longing catnap spells
    both eyes draw heavy
    sunlight warms
    my aged face

  • forest of spirits

    Forest of Spirits card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck
    even dead things have their wild—
    campfires hold no sway over their
    bone whispers shrouded in mists

    should you shadowwalk with me
    we will slender through feral spaces
    to find our the names and faces
    we wore before we were born,
    or we may lose our myriad selves
    in the fog

    Disclosure: My use of those tools most often associated with divination are largely as randomized writing prompts, often with the intent of personal alchemy. They are not intended to be representative of traditional divinatory practice. My personal interpretations (and methods) will likely not agree with those found in popular culture.

  • all we need know

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    she is twin crests
    her rivers run free
    that is all we
    need know

    she is the green
    her cleft draws in
    into the womb
    under cairn

    stone is all that matters
    all words just
    nattering on like
    whispers on wind

    she is wellspring
    that is all
    we need know

  • forgetting

    Photo by Janke Laskowski on Unsplash
    shocked at the shock
    whenever i make the claim
    that forgetting might
    actually be a desirable thing

    or when i claim
    to be forgotten might
    be much the same

    what is memory anyway?

    ephemeral and fleeting
    like a cloudburst in july
    or that first vagrant snowflake
    on a chill october day

  • lacuna coils

    a blue face glowing
    Photo by Merlin Lightpainting on Pexels.com
    maltrusting and skirting
    penumbral lines blurred
    against falling rain
    cutting lacuna coils
    into the night

    oh mortal you
    trapped outside these
    chalked white hills
    a song in your head
    given to bone

  • grendel me

    Photo by Abishek on Unsplash
    grendel grendel grendel grendel
    grendel grendel me
    marsh water bog body
    brown water me
    pierce me liver, piece me gut 
    feed me liver, burning rut
    grendel, grendel me, grendel
    hunger on the night

  • gone to heath

    Photo by Ovidiu Cozma on Unsplash
    my head has gone to heath
    mottled stone of lichen
    passing steel or passing sun

    under rain and dampening
    cold the wind whistles wending
    through the heath stones
    that make of my head

    slender spaces shimmer quiet
    thin be'twixt and 'tween
    here upon my hillock of dream