Lazy Snowflakes

Not in a hurry, the flurries tumble, wind-borne, up and down and ‘round.

The Sandcastle (part 1)

“The oldest legend of Kenlow island is the Midnight’s Day. A magical night, a time of the dire, and the wonderful. From sundown to sunrise, a strange wakish light pervades. Not quite dusk, and not quite night. It is then, and then only that strange and magical things can happen. No one knows for sure […]

Useless

I give them my word and then it breaks— splintered letters I cannot hold together in the weakness of my hands. I try to splint them back, force the word to work—cracks and all, but I have faded from rock to wood to settled ash. The promises of yesterday, I can no longer lift, and […]

A Great While

While all the world’s asleep and darkness cloaks in decency Jacob’s calculated sins, and all the jibbering noisiness of Pharisees and unbelief lay still…as calculated death He sits, in mumbled breath catching at the faintest day the sliver-life before the strife and with “Amen” He rises.

New Trails

I do not regret the way I ran those last few miles of path desperate to reach the place it branched off to something new. But now I’ll slow take in the smell of pine and drink the colder air till sun and heat combine and wander with me long along this road.

Cloudbreak

The sun-gold gilds the blanket clouds like golden sugar or a wave of iridescent orange-pink. Just beyond the parting grey looms gloomy, glowering as night slowly treads the path retreat away from morning light. Now a burst of gold dust-glow breaks inside the clouds and showers streams of brilliance down to us below.

Stranger Blood

Drawn from deep and moody brood where thoughts run riot in a maze of mindful mindless intuition and deepest thorough reason. Where emotions tangle brains, hearts entwine with recklessness, emotion merging with your mind. Here the labyrinth opens up a store of gemlings–crystal thoughts the fruit of effort, wisdom-born effused in characters on page. Here […]

White Blankets

O the coldness of the world that bundles up with blankets white and sparkling and sharp as water-frost while all of nature sleeps! – – – Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

Startled Snow

A boot’s free-fall crunch! Swiftly from the evergreen a red cardinal hops.

Love and Marinara

They wrote a sonnet in spaghetti cooked, eaten together under twinkle lights – – – Photo by Rachel Claire: https://www.pexels.com