Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Change
Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)
What started as wild molten nights of passion quickly cooled to black flows of cracked obsidian ERUPTIONS It began with sweet lyrics Staying up far too late Everything she wanted to hear Flowing forth from his saccharine lips (The same ones she loved to… Continue Reading “Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)”
What’s Real, Though?
in the far reachesin the arid desert \of the soul/a whipping wind rises and fallsmoving grains of sand with little efforthardly barrenthere is life -though sparse-which takes refuge here or therea lone cry rises in the ear of a desert fox kitand suddenlywe know… Continue Reading “What’s Real, Though?”
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think… Continue Reading “Know Your Place”
Little Red
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes… Continue Reading “Little Red”
Awaken, Dreamer
awaken, dreamer stretch and rise from your pillow there are stars held in the palm of your hand glitter in the corner of your eye glance and just miss the rustle of wings passing by flutter-by, flutter-by, flit, flirt, sip and fly on by… Continue Reading “Awaken, Dreamer”
The Thin Veil
At the edge of tomorrow, there stood a moment, stretched out before me, the veil between this life and the beyond spread thin. A separation of body and spirit. I wrestled. On the one hand, peace and rest. On the other, small hands and… Continue Reading “The Thin Veil”
The Release of Shame
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary… Continue Reading “The Release of Shame”
