Reefs of mushrooms in the moss Yellow cabbage butterflies Matchstick trees, flamed and fallen Black against the pale sky Glassy waters. Glassy eyes. With so much beauty and so much death, my boots smash ants, damp brown with blood, the wonder lingers on the breeze like breaths through slightly parted lips, dark the storm clouds,…
Tag: death
Reflections on a swimsuit walk near Tunnel Mountain
Along the smooth path powdered with dust, Beneath the bluish shadows of the evergreen. Where is the thing that I lost? Toppled crags and boulders grow in clusters, guard the way. Clamber over, run away, Each tread sprays yellow moss. How many ants have marched this day? Spears of light pierce the woods The stones…
2 a.m. Assorted Gothic Cathedrals
“The earth shook and shuddered like a sheet of metal stretched between two boulders and shot at by boys with slings. The trees bent back with the wind and rebounded, slapping their flailing arms on the cliff-sides as clouds heavy with moisture sped across the sky, saturating the air with morose glowers. ‘Let me go,’…
Dreamspeak
I dreamed last night. The sky glowed maroon. Clouds flowed like Van Gogh watches in mist. I balanced my toes on the tassels of our flying carpet and muttered into my father’s ear, listing reasons to dock on land. But the mountains swung jagged beneath us, crusted with pre-dawn celestial glow, and the air…