We sleep upon the rough carpet Distracted—insomnia twins Twirling threads and frays Floorboards still heard Beneath our pressed ears Though muffled—small creaks Of planks, bare, exposed in spots Revealing coats of wax and stain Covered in fresh oversleep Our hands scuffed,… Continue Reading “Texture”
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 deer mouse comes out, when the night covers the entire sky. Through foliage, appearing in little instants, eyes gleaming black, tail flying behind him. He’s in the peripheral of your flashlight as his jump crests the undergrowth. His business, a serious endeavor,… Continue Reading “Silent Friendship”
The mist stifles all sound, confines sight Numbs time, suspends the linear Encloses you in tentative comfort While scaring you with limitations You find yourself worried about the quiet Near the shallow ripples of the lake Where the hills slant their hardest towards… Continue Reading “Linear”
I will pick a blue flower. # The old one sits in a vase. Navy blue, blackened, dry crumbs, as if pressed inside an old book. A little life clings to its edges, a lingering glow. Mother nibbles at these fresh parts, the fresh… Continue Reading “Still Life (A Myth)”