what ghosts this dreaming house
sleepwalking our sleep?
trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
giving hallow our hearth in creep?
pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
barefoot slipping through
eyes open to ever unawake
passing of room to room
gazing out to lune and hedge
through windows stained of dust
would we to kiss her lips
in that dreaming house of rust
To like, click comments or:
i puzzle am girl
jigsaw & ways
i sevenyear shattered
mask me pierced
cards they wrong
in draw of me
twisted & ways
i puzzle girl me
To like, click comments or:
And, sometimes, it rains.
I pick up the rain-soaked branch, examine it and hope that by doing so it becomes dry enough to begin. That kind of hope is futile when the weald wants rain. And, today the forest wants the rain. I chuck the piece of firewood to the pit and wander down one of the myriad paths branching out from one of the myriad firepits of the wode, all of which are the same firepits and yet all have their own accord.
(more…)To like, click comments or:
One of the things I like to do to break up the creative cycle is to noodle around with music. As some of you may recall, I’ve played music in several different genres on a number of different instruments — bass, keys, guitar, 12-string guitar, mandola, drums/percussion (short-lived at the throne), and generally anything that comes my way (tabletops, trash percussion, violin bow on electric bass, vocal experimentation, etc.).
Below is the product of my noodling around last night.
(more…)tagged:
filed under:
To like, click comments or:
i everfade falling
behind and unreal
wept unseen
the fogs now
consume me whole
To like, click comments or:
black stick twisted
of the night wood
shadow into shadow
turning right through
black stick twisted
rapping through brush
thorn track tapping
cracking them thick heads
come to me
run with me
kiss dark ever a
huntress moon
To like, click comments or:
I recently received a message from a distant relative that I had contacted back in December. She seemed to be my best way to link up to my maternal ancestors via DNA because not only did she share the genetic origin that was distinct to my mother (unrepresented in my father’s DNA), but she had access to a huge family tree of 2500+ members.
She only now got back to me about the research I had asked her to perform using her access to the extensive family tree, having given her my grandfather’s name (assumed or otherwise), his approximate age (from court records), and possible residence or port of entry.
(more…)To like, click comments or:
send me your earth
root me deep and
raise my arms high
to sun, to moon, to sky
pour rain down on me
wash me clean of stain
stonefields under flint
send me your earth
tonight
To like, click comments or:
your wonderland unexplored
north of stockinged lace--
please, don't turn out the light
To like, click comments or: