Tag: betwixt and between

  • smudging space

    sage bundles in a pot for smudging
    Photo by Ginny Rose Stewart on Unsplash
    i smudge space most days
    inviting spirits to my smoke at
    campfires within indoor plains
    for no reason at all
    but to give them space to
    rest their weary before
    they carry on & then on

  • A mercuric lake

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    I have many thoughts trapped inside my head. I cannot free them because they are thoughts without words to go with them, or the words that might go with them are inadequate to express those thoughts. Trying to express those thoughts feels too much like, as Alan Watts would have put it, trying to bite my own teeth.

    If I managed to construct those thoughts into something that could be understood, if I could find the words and unstop this mute mouth — would anyone read them anyway? I mean, really read. I am fairly certain that they cannot be words that can be heard, so I do not dare speak.

    I have for a very long time tried to personally touch these thoughts, hoping to better understand people who struggled in much the same way as I do now to express inexpressible thoughts. Now that I am on that path, I understand their struggle. There are no words, we need a new language altogether to get at the words needed to explain explain explain. Maybe, I think these thoughts can only be expressed sideways, with a slipstream sense.

    After I slip into the wilds, do you think you could find me? Would you want to?

    The buzz of insects over a mercuric lake…

  • two-twenty

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    my body is my drum
    humming at two-twenty
    thumps per minutes
    from my thumb, terraforming
    my world before my eyes
    turning inside to see
    where everything is
    leaves and evergreens
    with buzz wing dragonflies
    dancing pastel skies
    slumbering in dream
    under a springtime sun

    hanging words on oak
    my heart bursts wide

  • hear her

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    fever head her
    birch song wind
    russet leaves dead
    sleet ticktaps pines
    as she stands strong

    hear her, hear her
    under the wood
    alder sap & painted
    hear her, hear her
    underdark
    underwood
    shadowsonged

    fever head her
    blackthorn pricks
    stone the river run
    river under ice
    and brambles strong

    hear her...

  • adrift

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    flood homes we float
    from staircase to stair
    debris seeking alone

    adrift, scattered words
    waterstained india black
    flowing as souls do wet

    hands our fingers bite
    sending words awry
    breaking fountains
         feathered

    washing stone