Up here, the rain might not end. The mountains yank it down. Leaves, thistles, and remnants of yarrow, who only months ago relinquished their hold on the land, now find themselves pummeled into a wet carpet. You walk cautiously. You think of snow. A… Continue Reading “Mountain Rain”
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”
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”
April’s stillness, ruffled by a hum of The distant drone of a circular saw The pressing winds of moving cars The drift of a child’s laughter Sound is a field of words Image entitled “Motion”.
The ground is the hardest clay Groups of limbs follow its path Huddle in the sun Knees hidden, ankles astray Plot on how to tiptoe along cushions of leaves.
Thoughts Salmon Street Springs June 2019
Click on image to enlarge. Lisbon Portugal, May 2019 (An Elan longread available here.)