He hammered rivets
into the hull
of the ol’
Edmund Fitzgerald. Continue reading “The Good Captain”
Pits and Canyons
Begin your life,
bundles and sheafs,
thumbtacks and tape,
carefully leave
each picture, placed,
level, straight, spaced,
accordingly. Continue reading “Pits and Canyons”
Woodsmoke
In her eyes,
green hills roll,
woodsmoke-tinge
grays the edge,
reminding
lonesome hearts
of wood stoves,
wool blankets,
and stillness. Continue reading “Woodsmoke”
Like Stone
I feel so heavy,
like stone or lead. Continue reading “Like Stone”
Whole and New
Push back the brambles,
and onward I ramble
to a place where I might
grow, whole and new. Continue reading “Whole and New”
Mark Me
I am
soon to become
an old Fey
of the woods, Continue reading “Mark Me”
Hopeless Seas
Carried away by hopeless seas,
uncharted depths of the deep,
crisp and blue, surface sweeps,
she, the wind whips the mist free. Continue reading “Hopeless Seas”
Upgrades!
Hey all!
I imagine most of you Molten Poetry readers view it through the WordPress Reader app, so you might not see my cool new graphics and upgrades. Can you? Continue reading “Upgrades!”