The weight

 

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Shiny

 

 

The oldest thing

Inside my head

Is a small

Black

Stone

A pebble really

Shiny

And so very black

It is made of all the things that happened to me

Before

Long before I even knew me

All the pain

Sorrow

Confusion

Compressed into one

Shiny

Black

Stone

I carry it everywhere

Just a pebble really

And I don’t understand

Why I’m so damned

Tired

All

The

Time.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2018

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Warning Bell

 

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Misplacements

 

Something stolen

Not difficult to define

Falling symbols

Clanging like a warning bell

An ending locked

Into a darker beginning

 

We tipped over that day

Falling into each other

Eyes blinded

By pyroclastic clouds

Of displaced faith

 

Everything changed

Nothing was spared

Concrete narratives shattered

Became dust

Now we breathe them in

Until we choke

 

Shaken to our very foundations

We stand on our resolve

In an emptier space than we remember

Always wary

Always watched

Something stolen, never to return.

 

 

©2018

A forest

 

 

Respite

 

In the cool deep woods

I meander

Finding spaces

Places where the sun

Creeps in

Inward I ramble

Into the dappled green forest of my mind

Lost in the hum of cicadas

And the trill of unknown birds

Too well hid

The river wanders by me

And I by it

But we can meet only

In the places trees and vines abhor

 

The heron knows

The shadows are best for hunting

Still, she flies eagerly towards the sun.

 

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Words and images are my own.

 

©2018

 

 

You can’t always get what you want

 

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Strange humilities

 

time carves its grooves

in skin and stone

light falls more harshly

when too many days are gone

dry tears are the salt of this table

dry eyes that see

too clearly

through the blur of resignation

we are grains of grit

in a ceaseless wind

and time laughs at all our expectations

always leaving the party

before the end.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

 

©2018

The Cascades

Reblogging this just because I miss my son today.

Runaway American Dream

My son is currently visiting us from Melbourne and we’ve really been enjoying showing him around the county (it’s actually his third time here but there’s always more to see). He really seems to love the place (not to mention our proximity to both NYC and Philly).

Yesterday, he and I took a hike along the Columbia trail in High Bridge. I’d never done the walk in winter and was amazed by how different it all looked.

Several times along the way we came across little patches of wonder. I don’t think I ever realised before how beautiful mere frozen water could be.

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Words and images are my own.

©2018

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