Chill, silvered, shimmering of roiling black, moving stream, chaotic beyond all constraint. Light reflects there, on the surface flowing quick-silver, cold fire. Leaves, branches wrench in the wind with the sound of tearing paper. Anticipate! Wait for it! Sharp the sound – a breaking bell of corvid-speak, falls, blue, like crystal; then breeze-stirred chimes sound in […]
Sego Canyon Strange scrawled images, haunting, drawn in red ochre – stark, smooth walls, higher than a human’s reach. A quick lizard awaits the end of day’s heat, hidden beneath peckings of ghostly humans, spiraling snakes and big horned sheep. A tender green vine curls like a fetus into water washed red rock.
In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce […]Darkness, Dreams, forest, fragrance, love, love letter, memories, poems
tilting Earth moves, inexorable, grinding slowly in her rhythmic journey around the Sun. shadows stretch slanted, low and long, calligraphy, inscribed of Autumn’s hand. a feather’s shaft pierces the ground and there stands, a sundial, marking hours of passion in sliding daylight. in the new darkness of morning we sleep. I am drawn, a rare […]autumn, Darkness, Dreams, Earth, forest, Light, Mystery, Passion, Sleep
Nine balloons drift, silent, through quiet yellow air in the eastern sky. Field grasses turn gold overnight. The trees are holding out for just a little more Summer – never let it end, they say, clinging long to the green though it is beginning to look threadbare and worn. Daily they lose the battle for […]autumn, seasons
I longed for your lips, your love, your body, all that is the reality of you ~ until the time of us arrived. Fire for you has scorched through my veins every moment since. Sweetest Angus, I’ll never forget looking into your eyes that day. We sat at the little table where the embarrassed man […]kisses, love letters, memories
Their song of love echoes electric – they make instruments of their own bodies. The brooch of their abandoned carapace, a horrific delight. I wore them, proud pins, on my childish clothing and in sun tangled hair, beguiled by their terrible claws and bulging eyes– a bejeweled decoration of hot Summer given to me by […]gems, history, instruments, love, memories, music
[frame][/frame] Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Curt Cobain, Amy Winehouse. Talented and troubled. Too young to leave, too pained to live. Shooting stars, enduring consequence.