what am i doing still writing between these lines going page after page as if some direction emerges out of thin air to guide me out of the darkness and uncertainty instantly landing me in a poppy field like the rolling hills around the emerald city where all the different parts of myself converged just… Continue reading escape
a Lily under shade peers south and sees the distant showers of light striking merry waves and glistening on beating wings beneath the matted garden bed her roots feel out and down, deep down, but lose the race toward remnants of the rains Coreopsis taunts and flaunts nearby, knowing a longer morning sun that glows,… Continue reading Always
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
It all depends how closely, you see boulder or crumb dinosaur or bird early or alone Peer down from our warm tech dungeons Sol drenches our past in sparkling light and powdered shade Descend to terra firma reuniting with our now to find scratches in the mud just where the tulip ought to grow It… Continue reading Summits
Dani Doucette 