Category: Poetry

Fairytale

“Love is raw as freshly cut meat, mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”– Jim Harrison The innocent child in me believes in love with a pure intent the kind of love while dancing in a fairytale trance and wearing glass slippers….

#Tanka: Swamp

In this dreary swamp   where the mysterious keens

Panacea for these Lips

The panacea for these lips that yearn to taste the essence is the way the light hits on the glass of ruby wine for hidden in its shadows of blood-red luminescence lies the absolution and restitution for a stressful life.

Living Left in a Right World

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” – Jim…

The Roses

It seems like only yesterday since you took your last breath. Life circles and cycles through, we carry on, as if nothing important happened when we said goodbye.

#Haiku: Flame

eternity’s fire

The Black

“We’ll know as children again all we are destined to know that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.” – Jim Harrison  Reeling a slipping from reality down into the coldest darkness there is nothing here but invisible…

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