The Northern Path Return to the place of divergence. An unconscious man poured out on the floorboards. In each conversation, when we speak of travel, he tells of a road in the north. “At first it seems common. . . If there are gentle hills, these sidle by like lambs toward a clover. Never a [...]
Category Archives: Poems
We’ve flattened the cauldrons to blend teal and umber, and sharpened our spent wands to scratch ardent lines. The mud mixed for golems forms delicate ankles, while icons are channeled ‘neath bright, colored light. but not all is forgone, ignore us at peril…
Sleep’s tendrils twist, entwine each eyelash, lids like breakers fall. Hands lie folded in orison, lips have ceased to ask.
Deflating night, lurking in washcloths, cat’s whiskers – portents of lonely forays slow mornings, tightening connections creeping through bedspreads hanged on duvets. The reaches of bathtubs, with snips of old ribbons (glance there for water and hypnotic reflections) A puncture forgiven, now struggle past slats to blue-tinted glass.
Her thoughts a-twist; recursive, remanding… she sits, grieves, and reaches for spools, for those thimbles long-rusted. A point to the cottoned, she pulls comprehension through in zig-zag and tacking that threatens to slip, but… when the stitches recede, the frayed tears in her sleeves creep up toward closed eyes to gorge on despond
Panicked the expression confident distress in finishing your lesson never look your best in Onomatopoeia growl? no! grr? wait! squeak? ahhh! frustrated your schema redefine the data Stop and Pop Ephedrin and go go go cingulum Lips-wide-op en-gate-one bibo gradale malum Trite Alliteration Justice Carroll frowns on somnambulistic fun far safer with a gun The [...]
