Author Archives: Plain to the Ridge

In my dream a few nights back, there was a great bison that came upon me. Aggressive, but not with intent to impale. He had a firmness in his eyes as to tell me he might if I moved too quick, if I did not ease his qualm with my palm on his head, heContinue reading “Bison”

welcome did you expect nothing? I guess I did, must have been the realist in me The night is late and the tree is still up. I look toward its frightening lights (lightning? lightening?) and would like to cry or fill the whole house with smoke so much i can’t sing or think. It isContinue reading “ditto”

Today I took 2 baths. One, a brining of sorts, soaking up the marinade. The next, a proper cleansing. To all the woeful women who have come before, how do you make due? Empty house with candles lit for only God, right? Odd turning face to an old life. I see her across the river,Continue reading “The river”

the temperature stands 48 degrees and the fields are a muddy yellow. portions of sunlight filter through the cloud body. milk-like, the sky is backlit all the way across. snow is only in the mountains. a young woman sits reclined in the bathtub. she scans around and shifts frequently. her body is mostly submerged. ovulationContinue reading “shortest day of the year”

i miss you so much telling the most mundane of mundane and you’d agree it’s mundane kisses, soft and unexciting like a good sleep i look at the stars and wish i thought of you more i am ill in my loneliness more myself and less honest I have been running as the tide risesContinue reading “in grief we write”

HelloI am reaching you half way across the worldYour feet in the sand and hot I imagineWhat you are thinkingWhat you are drinkingAnd if we are never in a car cruising down the highway in the late sun again Forever you will hold me safely I forget to remember youAlready a ghost whose space myContinue reading “Missing Persons report”

It is the beginning of the cold months, darker and greyer each night. A frothy cloud bank settles over the town like a blanket, blocking stars and keeping all the noise in. Lights of downtown, small as it is, bounce off the milky ceiling. Bars are filled with chatter dropping in sense by the hour.Continue reading “what was it last night?”

There is a war outside the glass. She cannot see it, but she can hear it. Subtly blaring horns and rifle shots, then silence for too long of awhile. She continues in the kitchen with her soup. The bones of last weeks chicken and this weeks chicken all warm well and fill the house. ItContinue reading “love in the time of conflict”

It is the leaves I speak of turning and plummeting through the air like they’ve forgotten how good they had it up until now, a sweet view, comfortable and familiar, so fair one could lose themselves in the soft chattering, windy white noise . But some fond memory prickles incessantly, each moment in each dayContinue reading “falling”

I’d like to write profoundly as such that I read. It draws on the lonesome parts of life, the silence before sleep or between bites of a meal. To capture the long pause I must take before closing a book entirely and returning to life, and for a split moment wonder if it has allContinue reading “no title”