underwater flowing
over silt and stone
rub skin, stream wash
rub mud, you and me
make land, this flesh
make river, this blood
rub wash, stream skin
rub silt, me and you
can't you hear them crying?
can't you hear their scream?
flesh and blood and silt and stream
spirits in the night—
originally posted 23jan2021
I am taking a short break from blogging and have scheduled a few older poems to fill up the empty spaces in the interim.
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mistwalking the waters
she strode, one foot before the next
both eyes set forward
across that mystic lake
that raven-haired nyneve with
her dress flowing back
flesh pale even against the fog
originally published 06aug2021, w/minor edits
I am taking a short break from blogging and have scheduled a few older poems to fill up the empty spaces in the interim.
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were the feral to cast
chalked white doors
handprints, handprints
powder pale worn
singing us under
singing us home
our lady of phantoms
with one last kiss
before dawn
originally posted 13nov2023; the title is the only modified part of the text
I am taking a short break from blogging and have scheduled a few older poems to fill up the empty spaces in the interim. This poem was originally inspired by the card Mounds of the Tuath from the Oracle of the Morrigan deck.
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tok tok tok --
raven tapping on the
fog filled street
originally published 22aug2020
I am taking a short break from blogging and have scheduled a few older poems to fill up the empty spaces in the interim. This haiku is a non-traditional haiku written in the style of Jon Muth, author and illustator of the a series of children books about Stillwater and Ku, Zen pandas.
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Thank you, everyone, for all of your support on this site — I really appreciate it.
I know that everyone is used to seeing multiple posts from me each day, so I wanted to put it out that I plan to take a day or several off from posting new material. I have hit a point where I feel a need to do a bit of a digital unplugging. Clear my head, redirect. That kind of thing.
My absence isn’t the sort of thing that should be construed as I may have drowned in the bathtub… As tempting as it might be to do so at times. Or to do to me.
The nice thing about doing so is that I should have some time to explore and focus on an old creative commitment I made a while back that I never got around to working on.
I might post some “ancient history” poetry in the meantime, from that time where I originally made that commitment. I’ll note the original post date and if I’m made any significant edits when I do.
I’m looking forward to seeing you in a few days, give or take.
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