...before that troubled imprint, a land apart, and isles of parts, of shagged bark and burred wind...
Tag: poetry
Beyond the Dual
THE THIRD THING There’s Fact, there’s fiction, and there is the third thing Manifesting in real time. Dreams. Confusing the black with the white. There’s right, there’s wrong, and then--the gray area Doubling down on a choice. Walking a tightrope, feeling the way. There’s good, there’s evil, there’s lost, there’s found, but then there’s… Continue reading Beyond the Dual
ocd vestibule
Behind the entry bench, the van gogh blue umbrella wedged at a 35 degree angle hadn't been wrap-snapped first. This would bother me, were it not wet and needing to freely drip on the hardwood floor by the baseboards. This would bother me, but for the carelessly lain pink scarf inadvertantly pooling, sopping beyond its mohair fringe. This would… Continue reading ocd vestibule
Gilded Exploits
The creation and the embodiment of energy, what they’ve invested in, valued, now mingling impossibly here...
Vigil
Straddling two worlds before a big move...
Integrated Tears
What is it like to be both the healer, and the one in pain? I'll bet you know.
I met myself
I was older than I remember...
