Forest Paths Every day I cut my path through the forest. Some days I cut miles and miles of new terrain, and others I barely make it a foot. But I have a good compass, and I'll come to whatever glades and hills, rocks and water, highlands and lowlands that my path is meant to … Continue reading Forest Paths
There are worlds We know nothing about, and we pass them and step on them and make grand judgements. But until we shrink ourselves and stretch ourselves into those worlds, we will never realize how real they are. They will only ever be imaginary lands we argue about. And we will only ever be … Continue reading Ridiculous
There's something about us that longs for where we come from. There's something in us that recognizes when we're home.
Time seems thinner in the spring. I mean, each year is a layer and usually the layers are too thick, too heavy to push aside and revisit. But in the springtime -- in the euphoria of sunshine every past soul has seen, of a fresh breeze every past soul has smelt, of tender sprouts every … Continue reading Springtime Travel
I see the bone-white tree with its yellow leaves, and my tongue salivates. I swallow and my stomach curls up in contentment. I breathe and my heart grows warm. I eat of this tree, this free feast until I am nearly full. The Artist of this culinary masterpiece smiles through it, and I leave a … Continue reading Feast
Masks are crucial to performance. They must have nary a crack, painted smooth and bright. They must blend with the troupe of others, indiscernible, so that the show may go on and others may look on your face and see the mask smiling placidly of papier-mâché and remark to themselves how beautiful you are and how they yearn … Continue reading Plaster Cast
A Father's Day poem is to follow as soon as possible. Due to unforeseen circumstances (a lack of foresight), I will take a rain check. Stay tuned.
It was fun to put on her face for a day, with her quizzical looks and red-lipped smirks, her well-groomed brow and perfect pink cheeks. It was fun to put on her face for a day, to smile knowingly when people stared and wondered why she wore such high heels that clicked on … Continue reading Face
The air is raw and smells of ice and smoke. The land is cleared of distraction, everything unhidden, everything laid bare. Above is the lightest turquoise stone, very smooth, and the sunset casts periwinkle shadows on the white reposing drifts that fall and collect with a sound louder than silence. The flame flickers cold, and … Continue reading Bitterkalt
We are so strong to ourselves. We live in castles and wear our armor, and go on quests to prove our worth. We slay the dragons and battle sea-serpents, regarding death as we do the ant, casually superior and paying no mind, never facing it. We treat mysteries of the universe with educated familiarity, … Continue reading Audacity