Mother’s garden, secret and circumscribed, grooms the smell of well-trodden moss to cloak the moonscaped sliver of silver beds. Scents of life teem with rotted death and swell. Immortal in what is left, impervious to the fleeting beat of [...]
simple dawn stroked midnight purple reaches dew-fresh morn to capture deepest yearning. Photo by Ronaldo Oliveira on Unsplash
I gangled all gawk and yaws, flesh blooming into the ill-fitted vestment of birth. You looked beyond the frill and lace ironed mirror flat against itself and, living the miracle, made me see its ineffable wonder so that I could [...]
Hope was declared dead today or so the headlines read, and I read those headlines in spite of myself for if hope was dead, why read further for reading further would infer hope was alive, and if hope was alive, [...]
Girl hitches a pin to the torn and tattered frock surrendered to dance upon a dry fall breeze. She tenders the clothesline across the yard filled with the rusting cadavers of a decade. A toaster from her mother's marriage lays [...]
Living is like dancing ... You Waltz Salsa Improv 2 Step Dirge Ghost. Alone. Together. The line from free will to destiny is a Spirit dance. The choice commits between the boundaries of that which can only be seen and [...]
TREE OF LIFE In the mist enveloping the scene, Those great Druids in my dreams stood poised to scythe the fruit of their tree, sacred CRANN BETHADH. In my dreams, childhood reflections, they were more like the trees Grandfather [...]