A ship to sail
upon the sea,
with wind, be caught
and follow thee…
Dig
If idyllic plots areplots of land andhouses built onsinking sand arenot as good aswalls of stoneand timber fallsbut castles stand(except for thosewhose walls are sand)then I might sleepquite sweet tonightwhere down six feetI’ll dig my site
Update
An update on our lives (and why it’s been so long since I last posted).
Wilt
Wilt, oh petal,
breathe no more
of sun and sky
and cease your chore
to branch and leaf
in cloudless sky,
to mark a stone
in black to cry.
Song of the Storm
Storm of winter
clouds of night,
break o’er the crashing
waves of fright
and bring the cleansing
rains of tide
to waken us
in sleeping, hide.
Armour
You’re my armour:
beat thine breast,
where all cold steel
at mine behest
might sing in echo,
violence swayed,
The Mother
No time for a shower. Grilled cheese for lunch, if they were lucky. Too late for order-in groceries. Could she order pizza? She could ask him to pick something up, but his trips to the grocery store always took twice as long and came with a bombardment of questions via text: “Which isle is that in again? Did you want the organic or the regular? What size diapers does she wear?” (Maybe if you changed them more often, you’d know!) And that was if he thought to text.
Liquid Language
Liquid language
drips from lips.
The lies we speak,
they come in sips.
Other Side
Can we find rest
for our wandering hearts,
to be satisfied
in playing our parts?
Alien Tenant
“You’re a strange creature!”
The alien said
as he dropped from the sky
to land on my head.