Unmoored, drifting,
anchors aweigh,
much like lifting
my wrinkled feet
from the silty floor,
where the world
begged me, Continue reading “Not Gold, But Pearls”
Indigo
Satellites, flit-flitting
by, as clouds of pen nibs
tipped with thinning
indigo, midnight-drip
into starlight, shimmering. Continue reading “Indigo”
A Reminder to Sol
To what end
do the stars shine? Continue reading “A Reminder to Sol”
Spewing Fire and Gold
“Longtooth,
speak in rhymes
and say your sooth.” Continue reading “Spewing Fire and Gold”
Our Chins are Raised
We all await the dawn,
sitting cross-legged, patient,
our chins are raised
and our hearts are racing,
we wait for the waking
in time – Old Sun’s new raising. Continue reading “Our Chins are Raised”
A Moon Hides
It’s a difficult thing
to believe that you’re
no one’s number one
and you’re last in line, Continue reading “A Moon Hides”
An Echoless Place
Wax or wane,
dear Luna spins eternal
in an echoless place. Continue reading “An Echoless Place”