Tag: Nature

Cape Disappointment

Here, Saddle Mountain from a distance is a few uneven bumps. The jetties appear as pencil marks, drawn outwards towards the sea. The river wants to keep going, to stretch beyond the haze.  A few old growths dot the forest, challenging the wind. They’re… Continue Reading “Cape Disappointment”

Clay

The shape of our sculptures The flaws in their forms The brittleness of their glaze The density of their mass The allure of kilns     Click on image to enlarge. “Formation”            

Ruins Near A Waterfall

Snippets of blue and clouds Poke through rafters That once held meaning. Still, something walks Within the ruins Weathered old boots…and Ashen hands, brushing Stone, steel, and rust Feeling along debris As if it were night In the summer shade.   Outside, where tourists… Continue Reading “Ruins Near A Waterfall”

The Known

There is this quiet motion When wind brushes trees, Branches bend, a timeless marriage… When there are the smells of summer, Sticky pine and soft cedar… When rivers are a language, Creeping through echoes of green… When shadows move, slow, deliberate Undecided between dream… Continue Reading “The Known”

Flowers And Watchers

The boy picks Wapato in the marsh Just the top stems, not the tubers. He doesn’t see me standing In the mud, watching.   I follow him with quiet eyes Walk through the marsh. As if he’s searching for a vase. There’s a humid… Continue Reading “Flowers And Watchers”

Ramona Falls’ Mist

Ramona’s whisper requites us to ourselves—our fires extinguished, our thirst sated. That voice, a pact between mountain and moisture, is a quiet call to us The stumbling pilgrims, forest wanderers, wishful sages who suffer from acute chatter. Its language—slow—near wordless, near nothing, paints upon… Continue Reading “Ramona Falls’ Mist”

When Josephine The Singer Leaves

There’s a burning inside her and you can see it when she’s holding in her voice. You’re lucky she holds it in, for when it hits air, it cuts you. These cuts cause you to fall inside her furnace, scald you, sting your heart… Continue Reading “When Josephine The Singer Leaves”

Steps

Winter’s mask, layers upon chaotic earth Underneath is uneven ground As we feel the contours, so near our feet To walk is awareness   Of how we place Our steps   Click on image to enlarge.    

Indeterminate

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Fluid

Static binaries numbed inside the liminal As if sound is a scrape bunched into barren elements Voiced structures—definitions in sand Drawn with sticks—hopscotch on a playground   To know the tides—their decomposition To know their fragments—their never-ending versions Can’t be claimed as one or… Continue Reading “Fluid”

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