Staring up the hill, across a curved expanse of sodden earth, the Wolf draws forward, fearing loss of scent before the Moon’s full birth. Brother Sun eviscerates each nuance, casts aside all shade, and swallows hungrily the dust decaying down from lives well made. As sharp as steel and steady as a hummingbird in Summer’s… Continue reading Mirror
Yesterday what logic? Shavings litter the carpet, pastel dust upon discarded Sensation ever sharp as day An avalanche to what end? Radiation reads straight through learned tomes, redacted ions conjugating wildly Remembrance for which future? Intervals woven under Nature's jagged breath, clocks calibrated against Nighttime's wanton drift Language falsifies as to why? Surge not toward… Continue reading Static
holding onto your magic lance, that splinter from the Tree of Life, you hurtle still through time and space proceeding in the only direction you know how from your limited vantage point it appears you make no progress when another soul flashes past, you catch an envious glimpse of their fine coat, and observe the… Continue reading Moving
Her chill has lost its jagged edge, no more to tear into the bone. Her breeze sighs sprightly tenor trills, now muted Winter’s baritone. Her sunbeams practice pirouettes on dew that blankets grass and stone. Her scent releases fertile notes that herald Mother’s swelling thrown. She rises, ringing bells of bliss that carry ‘cross the… Continue reading Outbreath
Dani's Healing 