Stone soul who wonderingly gazes down on a tide of falsehoods, unfeeling stone who does not feel the deep winter’s cold that destroys the flesh, and sears the eyes. She sees the lights and the bustle of the city that never dies; yet not living herself; she only knows of dust and ashes rising from… Continue reading Dust & Snow
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The Poetic Beauty Of Cœur De Pirate |La Beauté Poétique De Cœur De Pirate.
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An Offering Of Pearlescent Debris
Sawgrass riptide, silicate crystals smeared across my toes, the pressed down deepened holes in the burning white, where I run down to the harder pressed darker expanse of shallow sea. There are gulls on the edges vision, screeching, diving, salty spray of feathers, darting, running, scattering sandpipers leave tiny scratches on the hard-packed sandy horizon.… Continue reading An Offering Of Pearlescent Debris
Time Thief.
Darkness beneath the trees; twilight falls slowly down to the mossy leaf strewn earth, while I wait hidden between the dark void of the sky, and the sharp eyes of my pursuers, I keep my breath low and patient, my gaze even and wary. Time crawls across my rifle barrel and drips from my lips. It… Continue reading Time Thief.
Sad Velvet
There are things slipping away from me. Little birds that don’t sit on my chair-rails; and a dog that never comes to me when I forget to call her. Maybe I should put the phone back on the wall… I think enough time has passed. When the bell rings, I go down to see if… Continue reading Sad Velvet
Poetry In A Glass.
Can sunlight be distilled from wasted years? Can hope be rendered from the detritus of dreams, or peace be found between twisted broken bodies on the battlefield? Poetry drips from broken oak staves where malcontent has been left to ferment.
The Source Of Poetry
Poetry is not something that simply spills from the mind unbidden. No, Poetry is an essence that travels from one being to the next; it is shared by ingestion of life. A life absent from the poetic expressions found in the trees, the fall colors, the simple poetry of life will never give birth to… Continue reading The Source Of Poetry
Poetic Coffee
Poetic Coffee, a photo by Ezra Hilyer on Flickr. There is something deeply poetic about coffee. The grinder pulverizing the beans, the ritual tamping of the fresh grounds, and that beautiful smell when the first coal-black drops of liquid cascade into the cup. When the steamer sings its song; and the union of sound, sight,… Continue reading Poetic Coffee