What does that empty eyed woman wanderer wait for, when snow silently swirling, spills shivering idolatries of illumined icicles in the image of Ingwaz?
“Nestlings, what have you done?” Whispered the wild wind. “We don’t know what you’re talking about we’ve only just begun. “To shake the branches, loosen our nest, peck and blemish all […]
She enquired, sinking into a hard chair next to his sparse desk. “Tax day is April 14th,” he said. She shed a few quiet tears for the future. “Is this about […]
Whistling wind: the sound of lost souls souls that could no longer cling to life Come take me away on your breeze. My soul yearning for your commune. The door […]
Naked trees shiver Like stripped bones of lost childhood Yes, wipe tears away. Solemn silent death Weeping for your lost future Forest with no leaves Haiku inspired by artwork above: A […]
Never fear the black knight he comes for kings and commoners. Tear asunder your mask bare your true self eternal transformation. Stand alert, keen-eyed. Opposition looming– do you see it? […]
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun, down with the sun, to the old church yard, to our lonely crypt. Oh how I wish to go […]