Poetry

I long to go…

tranquil night-drifts earth-sleep stirs trembling, probing, churning, melding massive emergence black iron forging onward rhythmic unconquerable cadence surging, surging into the unknown – midnight giant with haunting calls summons all restless wandering souls and I long to go I long to go and I long to go

Smell of fear

You left me alone in the smell of fear. Thick haze smothers scorched earth; I can't see. The next scathing breath catches in my lungs. A child's swing lists lazily on this barren hilltop, beside a crumbling brick archway, framing blackened nothing.

River Rock

A river rock remembers… morning dream glisten, afternoon sun-dapple drift, violent undertow plunge of night, rapid thrash and shatter, all is lost. A river rock sings of becoming - from jagged sediment to polished hope.

Yearning

Like pungent fields of rich crumbling fertility, naked to the noon day sun, aching to be steadied by clinging roots, we all of us live, move, search. I see these fields of upturned faces, groaning for miles and miles. And all the while the air is pulsing with something more real than hungry bellies, frigid…Read more Yearning

Held

I am battered, a bereft leaf loosed in murky mayhem, kicked up from frenzied heels Of moon and wind. No mooring remains in this, the last corkscrew hour before dawn. I am a burnished shadow, a swirling swan song to inky nihility. Falling. Suddenly! Madness slivered, snagged in the hem of earth’s evergreen garment, quivering…Read more Held