Tag: betwixt and between

  • wandering mere

    star wires shining
    in aftermath hours
    singing green overhead

    wandering mere 
    your taste on tongue
    hand on heat in chill
    washing over these
    tombstone hours
    hanging

    black sands shift
    witching away 
    with each sigh

  • in the meanwhile

    one day,
    i will slip into the long sleep &
    awaken in the october country
    to the scent of crisp leaves with
    a hint of hoar on the morn

    that is where we will meet again
    everything said & everything done,
    forgiven

    in the meanwhile,
    you recall vestiges of voice &
    i catch fragments of face &
    each will look to old stone north
    under a clatter of crows calling
    "look to the east" or
    "look to the west" to two
    stubborn thorns

  • twin & out

    mournful grey stands
    ragged cliffs today
    twin flint eyes
    & ocean out
    twin flint hearts
    & ocean out

    cut black sheets of
    wave & skies meet
    twin flint eyes
    & ocean out
    twin stone hearts
    & ocean out

    keen, rises she
    keen, shards he
    twin flint eyes
    & ocean out
    twin stone hearts
    & ocean out

  • at giving grounds

    gone by way
    of shadow & wind
    in swaying sheaves
    gold gather the fields
    low the stone walls
    that let creeks
    still run through

    is that frost i hear?
    creeping bone within

    giving grounds knelt
    at boulder trees grown
    rock tripe in grey & blue
    lay down plates
    come gentle the rain
    as they do

    moor songs, mere
    awash with that
    salt hue

  • well deep unwrought

    i well deep this in
    unwrought stone
    grow moss long
    at evergloam
    naught but echo
    keening of mouth
    howling of heart
    brittle, broken,
    ravaged & worn
    here of my well deep
    in unwrought stone

  • i ||: colony

    on the cut
    nail etch i
    to wash of
    salt words
    in the colony
    i

    machining sin
    every part i
    flow the laws
    of nature in
    sting blood
    i

    ’my dear,
    that is not an
    act of love’
    everything is just
    incidental music
    i was sick, sick—
    i

  • Campfire Sessions — 11aug26

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    I emerged from the bramble gate, crawling out on my hands and knees the soft loam giving way to my weight before springing back, erasing any sign of my passing. Thorns teased at my clothes, my skin while rending neither.

    Part of me wished the thorns had taken more liberties with both fabric and flesh.

    You survived, They said as I stood, brushing off decayed leaves and detritus from my palms and trousers. Excellent.

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  • shards, ii

    Close your eyes reading this one; it will help.

    never will you ever find me
    never will i ever find you
    twin nightboats
    on the River Dream

    still: kohl eyes, seek—

  • Campfire Sessions — 03aug26

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    Seeking new places to set campfires within the wode. The old ones leave the ashes cold even where they gather and that is a sign I am meant to move on. And so I pass their hollows and dream deeper and older to ancient wooden trails where even the night finds it hard to take a hold. Into the before, when even the old ones had yet to be born.

    It is Crow and Ash and Stone. Mountain waters gather in pools that go deep on the forever and the raindrops find their way to this dismal home. Water always finds a way, for it is married to Stone.

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  • tall naked trees

    dead souls, we
    wraith through
    tall naked trees
    under winter iron
    to our cold fires
    waiting

    someone whispers
    the name you wore
    before you were born

    perhaps, even,
    it was i

    recall, rejoin these
    dead souls, we
    that may seek again
    as we wraith through
    winter's tall naked
    trees