these strange days
come slipping
between bedsheets in
the night, whispering
sweet nothings like
long lost lovers
looking for
a last lusty kiss
before our dying
our winter's
creeping fingers
appear as frost on
silvered glass
frost on silvered glass
Photo by Andres Siimon on Unsplash 7 comments on frost on silvered glassTo like, click comments or:
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electric
Photo by Martinus on Pexels.com i do not want
to be influenced
or instructed.
i want you to
make my body sing
electric with the
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long, cool rain
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash i wonder at the
absence of flames
my world has been
on fire almost
every day and now…
…now?
there is a long,
cool rain falling
quenching the heat
and i cannot
identify the cause,
nor why of it all
ever so slight of nervous
seeking a torch
to now light my wayTo like, click comments or:
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These birch
Photo by John Stirzaker on Pexels.com These birch at the riverbank, boulder-fractured of growth resting bottom of the mountain scree — they are me. Standing defiant, I insist on being though stone pushes and gravities are drawn, I drink strength of river.
Granite sings, should you open your eyes to listen. I can tune my growth to their song. I am woman, that pale goddess. And I insist you try.
Gathering of breath from wind, from rain, my arms have set to wave. For I bend, not break under the song of the heart. You would too, if only you could see.
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thievery
Photo by Anastasiya Lobanovskaya on Pexels.com wearing other’s faces
i saw you stealing kisses
the consummate thief
you are
but i can see through
your disguise and lies
i can see a million miles
away
you know? it made me laugh
left laughing ‘til morning came
i tip my hat at your
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singularity
Photo by Sandra Seitamaa on Unsplash oh, this confusion of me
balls into singularity and
i can't understand at all
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chasing wisps
Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash chasing wisps
i lost the path
here, in
my peat bog
pussywillow
lean-to home
pressing grey
and velvet to
face crag me
dragging deadfall
to blacksmoke
open air screens
muscle spasm
twitch tones
darkwater brown
given over to
chasing wisps
down ol' peat bogTo like, click comments or:
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bulwark
Photo by Marjoline Delahaye on Unsplash while everyone is singing
their empire songs, we
slip away to the night
there is no trust for
the watchmen watching
with halberd's shining
white in the spotlights,
their axes at our necks
we could be heroes, too
a bulwark against
the storm, but first...
a kiss before dyingTo like, click comments or:
bulwark
Contact Spam
Photo by Hannes Johnson on Unsplash The title sounds like a communicable disease, doesn’t it? Anyhoo…
Contacting me is changing around here.
Just an FYI in case you have thought about talking to me about, well… anything really… one-on-one.
I’ve decided against continuing to make the contact form available on my “about” page. For every single legit attempt to communicate with me, I get about fifty to a hundred spam contacts. Over the years, I’ve also had some very odd communications from folks as well.
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ley
Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash the ley lie
betwixt
you and i
no matter
the where
we stand in
ever-the-night
i close my
coin eyes
to run to you
my essence
my ley
my nightTo like, click comments or:
ley
