Category: poetry

  • blackwater

    of godless ways wandering
    between gallows gone to grey
    the rocky shore's blackwater
    framed in deadwood propped 
    in seaweed and broken oar
    waiting for the sluagh's arms
    to embrace a heart of coal
    the company of ravens and
    a host of crows waiting
                              waiting
                              waiting
               for snows to fall

  • fell and stone

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    hands stained in alder
    scarlet against the driven snow
    this blood runs to stone
    scattered over the path of fells
    heather rimed in white
    her sun rimed in snow
    below and now she rises
    blood on fell and stone

  • lakesong

    Photo by Ariana Kaminski on Unsplash
    hush the reeds canoeing under
    loon her haunting waves over
    dragonfly blue on knee on oar
    kodak cubeflash sun at branches
    song mine of thunder rolling
    cuts flint grey brilliant skies
    redwing cattail watching
    follows eyes painted

  • acorn man

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    sun and shadow
    dancing the bones
    between the tonights
    laid over growing
    groundcover dark
    within the wode

    acorn man mad they
    call his wanders
    under oak over stone
    pond water mirrors
    his autumn ways

    hey hey they call of above
    do not walk yourself lost
    black laughter rising
    he laughs along
    wanderwalking the wode
    acorn man disguised

  • inner

    sage bundles in a pot for smudging
    Photo by Ginny Rose Stewart on Unsplash
    we crawled into
    innerworld
    on our hands &
    knees

    you kissed me
    otherside &
    promised me all
    night

    sage was a'drifting
    stones were shifting &
    flames burned to
    embers

  • outsider

    i am the outsider drifting
    slipstream shifting
    through & through
    a directionless beggar
    desert rags wrapped
    red around wrists &
    broken at my mouth
    open fractured to speak
    i croak & rasping
    thirsty for the dawn

  • games

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    always unknowing & unreadable
    her eyes play from the shadows
    teasing & taunting

    forgive me, i am so tired
    of these games

  • red dirt

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    sitting the red dirt
    casting needle bone raw
    hey fox, ho owl 
    what tales do winds tell?

    given to ghost on promise
    tied leather, wrapped lace 
    turning on bright flame
    if the memory serves you
    well 

    sitting the red dirt
    between pine and swell 
    hey owl, ho fox with
    promises winds tell

  • unexpected outcomes

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    mad hare, what drove you
    to dodge the night fallen snow
    from here to there and back again
    all dizzy in your frenzy?

    it seems you lost your head
    the large crow said, as he
    cleaned up the mess of you
    left out in the yard behind

  • killing jar

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    shake, twist the flame
    dancing on the edge
    give shout and no one
    seems to hear

    becoming flutter
    all wraith and dream
    with a voice gone mute
    and eyes, no longer see

    a history on display
    inside for the killing jar