Author Archives: Plain to the Ridge

Moon passing onward and over, black again, no moment to decipher from the next. Outside the weather itself regresses and halts us here, “you missed something,” she bellows. Yesterday, there was no opposite we could properly fit across from stagnation. Today, an excavation unexpected, making sense of idleness of my company, myself rather. What isContinue reading “Ode to a common individual”

Like a boat hull swaying in the heavy swells of sea night wine sloshes across the deck merging with the wash all is red now I am merciless

What is there even to think of in times that mark the end . Like a great big light, sour as the sun standing at the corner of each room Or on the road in front of the car tears well up, closing eyes  to shake off, in the edge of minds it is thereContinue reading “Arrow….Pointing….”

On the phone this evening I listened to my grandmother attentively, fully, near something I’d never done before. Trial, error of the fleeting and filialless mind. She is well and as I have always known her. Sweet, strange, so sweet and far off. Complex, too, in ways I don’t understand yet. Days churn quickly now,Continue reading “yikes”

Outside the windows, snow is flurrying about, maddening. The house cross the yard and the leaves both yellow. It is lighting the air in all directions. Near naked, spiny trees pale off into the whiteness a few blocks down. I reckon we are in a cloud. Today I have been struggling. Smiling up at theContinue reading “Still and Swirling”

cold months cont. Hard to think our tricky thoughts, graft with minds desire, give way to any selfish plots when under all this weather we simply need our fire.

The rain has rolled in on top of the pass the sky is white and trees ready for lights, I have made tea now at home in big socks, am I rushing into this? Batten the windows, I am finding any reason to smile and soon my soles will not touch soil, buzzing like longContinue reading “Under the weather”

Someone is born today, that’s really how this whole month is. I believe I may have figured myself out. Seems like a stretch, but I just could swing it. Life, unobstructed by financials strain, and my work fully practical, within grasp. I am interested, moving this way. Imaginably, I suppose it will take some timeContinue reading “October 16th, twothousand and 22”

Yellow light, new to the season, coats me through the kitchen window. one pane. there are about a million powerlines slashing the scene into a mosaic: rich blue sky, red church – bell and cross. Life has changed rapidly and not a moment of it have I been embittered. Growth into my young maturity, IContinue reading “Saturdays stream”

I ate breakfast in the bathtub just now. It is late morning and a rain is gently warding me inside. The trees and the shrubs and all their underlings are really the best listeners. Pity to have to drive to most of them now, and I have never been too good at waiting, wrapping andContinue reading “Holy Multitudes”