untitled Setting sun, this shadow-gathered dusk in her eyes – she who taught me to read is lost. Long night after night, the words seep into pages, become river-mist, dissolve away by dawn. A broken cloud, her mind become a tangled skein of thought and blindness. She calls me by my mother’s name, asks the …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 5
Yes. Not a good weekend. Kindest regards I have noticed that you say you mean no harm quite often. That you drop your eyes and voice, and offer up your open palms. I’ve watched sincerity climb out and seat itself there, purring like a cat. I am aware you say you mean no disrespect …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 4
Some days, all you can do is just close your ears, think of the money and hope for the best. (As the actress said to the bishop.) Anyhow, today's attempt was courtesy of the ReadWritePoem prompt #3: 'three in a row': Write about how “three in a row” means you’ve won something, like a game …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 3
Equinox The curtain makes a snapshot of the wind, its shape held and frozen, draped in muslin. Beyond the door, rosehips store the flourish sunset red that oak leaves soon will scatter on the autumn wind again. This was based (very very loosely) on the ReadWritePoem NaPoWriMo prompt #1. My five …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 2
The cold, darkening Coming in to roost the flocks of starlings dip and sweep trailing filaments of dusk and then settle in to the weft of trees anchoring night with their feet. Well once again I've not used the ReadWritePoem prompt, although I'm letting it settle in my mind for tomorrow's effort. This …
A Dark Feathered Art 