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
Category: intuition
Night
in particular
I wonder. About that particular ceramic tile, the one among many decorating that fireplace in that particular country inn on a particular hill a bit on past the library in a certain village in New Hampshire I wonder. About the man (I guess) who set that tile, the one among many decorating that fireplace whether… Continue reading in particular
Glimpse
Sitting here one glassĀ of wine into my evening, watching the water lap against the granite stone, feeling the easterly breeze tousle my too-long hair, holding a space for a Question of what may be next. Loving the uncertainty of what tomorrow and the next may offer, laughing at the absurdityĀ of my constant searching, weeping inwardly… Continue reading Glimpse
We Know
TheĀ CrowĀ knows where each leaf will rest beneath the Moon's unwavering gaze. TheĀ CrowĀ knows why the cricket sings, where the bee keeps sleep, how the bat believes. TheĀ CrowĀ knows where the rivers crack, where the mountains bow, where the sands float free. TheĀ CrowĀ knows where Bear will drown. TheĀ CrowĀ knows when Eagle will fall. TheĀ CrowĀ knows how Stone will breathe. TheĀ CrowĀ knows… Continue reading We Know
