Flesh between bones
Naked dead stands the tree Naked lies his sister, prostrate Prostrate on the eroded grass Prostrate riddled with decay Decay returning to the earth Decay an end’s new day Day…
Towering City Ports and Ships in a Blackened Bottle (caving)
Some things in the world need to be seen to be believed, rare, hidden parts unseen. Where few venture, and some don’t want to leave, where it’s like first light,…
All in a bottle
All in a bottle A two hundred year old bottle Once full, now empty sits In shadows where a poet Rests against a weathered wall Writing in each passing day…
Time between bus locker journals
Time between bus locker journals From a first song, To a last song, And all those stories in between, On a walk to where no roads run, A set of…
The Fictioneer
Fictioneer, inside shadows you show me both Strange and foreign, nightmares and dreams Your words wrap around inside my thoughts While awake reaching inside each turned page Something you paint…
All up on the way
Just the other day. View original post
Some other place now.
First time, ever I wrote something here. I found a once lost narrative to time. Where a river’s night rumbled in the waking air. Stories forgotten, letters, words written in […]
