Praenomen & Painted Door
Praenomen & Painted Door * * * Hell heeds for the child, who, by manners, seemed most mild, when compared to by the lot, or else be singled out and shot. What she does is what she can, so that she can form a plan; it needs such a state of...
Clopper Lake
Clopper Lake * * * Memories which are often made with our friends for the day; at least in the shade, where we all try to lay. Can you blame us now - as they had each tried? We made plans to camp in Fall, so that we may also hide. It was...
Practice in Four Parts
Practice in Four Parts * * * Can I ever truly be the simplest kind of free? I am envious of my father, who must see me as a bother. I always really loved to draw, to bring all my thoughts of awe, and give them all a proper sense, as my own...
Topheth, A Poem
Topheth, A Poem * * * Casting actors for their play, learning tricks to make them stay; poor at making conversation, so far above your own station. Car keys have set to rest, by the morning's very best; nothing new here to learn, but with room...
White Rabbit/How, A Poem
White Rabbit/How, A Poem * * * They say that you were born, in some lab that you despise; tinctures of your scorn, dark red like old bowties. "How did you sleep?" "How do you feel?" How very, very deep, will this paint peel? Walls run away...
Eucharist
Eucharist * * * Sun has set and gone, past dinner hours, sitting by the chapel lawn, surrounded by flowers. Taking frames by faded pen, named for care, in ken of distant fen, deemed too rare. Light has taken up flame, guided by glass, to...
Western Lake View of Mt. Fuji in the Early Evening
Western Lake View of Mt. Fuji in the Early Evening * * * I made a paper lantern, in honour of a friend, whose life I had earned, from beginning to end. I want to put it out, right onto the lake; if my actions carry doubt, let it be for my...
Ruby, AZ
Ruby, Arizona * * * Canter on the cusp of freezing mornings, while on the distant mountain stormings, I see upon the ridge a brand new day, without God's own explicit say. I can feel the warmth of it on my face, even when it's left without a...
Les Citrus, Pt. II
Les Citrus (II) * * * Here I am for another day, a chance for just a chance; everyone has gone to pray, but I'm stuck in a trance. I'm never the morning kind, not like they need me to be; being trapped in my mad mind, always looking down just...
Western Skies
Western Skies * * * What is the value of gold, in the arms of someone old? Can it have a certain purpose, something on its shiny surface? What is a memory if not God, inside-out and acting odd; a something without much history, but acts as if...
Aokigahara in the Winter
Aokigahara in the Winter * * * Can I maybe talk you through, a brand new point of view - where you aren't as mean, as you have always been? You say you have your reasons for all the ways that you are; you change like the seasons, despite...
Les Citrus, Pt. I
Les Citrus (I) * * * Pallor from the coming squall, that chills you to the bone; we tended the fields for Fall, to bring food back home. Too bitter to stand up, the ground weighs you down, with memories of a cup, you had filled with a...