Crossing the Threshold

The doctor's opinion was cruel at best, It seems years of stress cannot be reversed by rest, So maybe it's true what they say about art, About how every work takes a piece of your heart, Although in this case it took from her arm, Up to the threshold of "irreversible harm," She reflects on … Continue reading Crossing the Threshold →

Spring snows fall

Coffee is too hot,But outside is chilly cold,So it feels just right. Even in these warm months,Glittering snow often falls,Stolen breaths and dreams. Spring snows fall slowly,Caught in cool winds and light gusts,So they dance, not fall. Grey and blue sky meet,Cascading shadow paintings,Such depth in nature. The cat is happy,Winter blankets come again,For a … Continue reading Spring snows fall →

A Tinge of Reality

So comes the hour of fateful doom, Our entrance into the writer's tomb, Rich in literary heirlooms, "Behold!" says I to the schoolroom, Which responds with a silent gloom, No student yet knows how to use Zoom.

Robbed Denouement

We paused beneath the shade of a tree,To rest and tend to my injury,But my companions I urged them - hike on, Leave me behind, go on without me. Rustling leaves stole their voices anon, Left alone, my thoughts lingered upon The distant wonder of a lost view, Near the summit, my robbed denouement. The … Continue reading Robbed Denouement →

Drinks left unfinished

Children grow restless, Begging parents to go home, Drinks left unfinished, I have no place to complain, I chose to live life alone.

Echoes of Ville d’Ys

A sense of drowning, I cannot elude, In this interminable solitude, There are so many holes in my bedroom, Pouring water in gouts of sea-green blooms, But when I flee from these confining walls, The sound of rushing water follows all, Even the city is littered with holes, Gaping like oceanic nightmare-souls, Swallowing consciousness without … Continue reading Echoes of Ville d’Ys →

The long trek home

A cool drizzle falls, Darkening the road to home, Set a light for me.

Idyllic

Light streams in gold bands, Old cat yawns on the warm floor, I laugh, but yawn too.

When at last I die

When at last I die, I leave behind books, flowers, And bottles of wine, Faint memories, yours and mine, These I entrust now to time,

Kintsugi skies

Morning rains roar light, Illuminating the sky, Cracks shining like gold.