Stark, white heat scalds a fragrant froth of sage, distilled like lavender in the searing blaze. And it sings loud and alive with honeybees, an electric white noise, like standing, human, at the heart of the hive.
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àite còmhnaidh (Dwelling Place)
I am from paper, ink, words, images and spidery handwriting, from Canon, Nideggen, burnt sienna and red ochre, coptic and codex. I am from lands of green, with dark, worked soil, from the adoration of constellations and the heavy scent of woodsmoke in the autumn air. I am from the eagle tree and coyote fire-song, […]
identity, poems, poetry, ScotlandFreumhaich (Rooted)
I am from travel trailers and Cadillacs, from Pepsi and grass-fed beef. I am from rooms filled with smoke, scotch and melancholy, from woods filled with lichen and hope. I am from Ponderosa parks, the Aurora Borealis. I am from bawdy jokes and black hair, from McKay, and Beller and Edward. I am from the […]
Idaho, introspection, poetry, roots, ScotlandWhite Hot
the white-hot day is blinding tired. lightning lacerates a darkening sky. I turn my palm to cradle four or five large drops as the rest land sizzling on the sidewalk.
Wilderness
Wilderness. A concept, more than a reality so named because it is to be preserved and protected from the ravages of human society, now sports parking lots, crowded with humans desperate to spend time in the wilderness.
poems, poetry, wildernessShe Loves The Lines Around His Mouth
how dear the road map of your beloved face. sometimes all I can do is read the journey there – with no words to say.
love letterOut of The Blue
a great BLUE heron wings West a cloud dragon is half-submerged in the deep BLUE sky a BLUE damselfly barely survives the intersection a BLUE wild chicory grows in proliferation and a RED-winged BLACK bird stretches his wings saying “Chick-ah-Reeeee…”
Fossils in the Sky
In the morning sky an archeopteryx, brilliant white, with wings of cloud and spine, the whirling lace of a contrail.