Month: June 2018

Mis-Step

“I feel my failure intensely as if it were a vital organ.”– Jim Harrison I searched for you today but it seems you’ve gone away, leaving naught but stepping-stones of failure in your wake for we were but a beautiful mistake. Advertisements

#Tanka: Surrender

When day surrenders to moonlight’s loving arms whispering breezes

Daedalus

“Fear makes for Good Servants and bravery is fraudulent.”- Jim Harrison Fear came calling in the mirror Another wrinkle, another line, soon you’ll know the taste of death and how it is to be free of me.

Jasmine Mystery

“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious” – Jim Harrison Why God chose the cabbage rose to smell so divine and why he invoked the purity of a white jasmine vine to arouse the senses to carry me to torrid…

Midsummer Desert Rains

midsummer rains fall quenching the arid climate

Sweet Bitter

Love, like the bright moon waxes and wanes in the breath of a summer wind flourishing in all seasons both barren and abundant

Soul Fight

“At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” – Jim Harrison The mind conspires with imagination the sense of floating in mid-air traveling to the stars and beyond, amidst the ethered spheres.

Mind Trap

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable.”– Jim Harrison  A mind once caught in a cage of propriety and decorum now released from the elusive trap of society’s expectations.

Red Winged Blackbird

Haunting morning breeze velvet clouds surrounding me

Monsoons

When the Santa Anas rage across the desert floor they fell even mighty saguaros who’ve lived for many decades. Howling and roaring they march, creating a wall of dust as jackrabbits run for their sheltered nests. Hairy tarantulas scurry to their burrows, diving underground to avoid…

Passion’s Tempest

“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice.”– Jim Harrison Here inside these walls where the winds can never howl entwined within your arms as the world outside tears asunder in majestic wonder of a monsoon rain.

The Boat

“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface ”  -Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason I sat amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient tree watching water flow to and fro and all at once I caught a glimpse of poetry floating softly…

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