Self Portrait 1

Sitting still in the quiet of the snoring deep back ex-study,purpled sky double down and pockedSnow packed and drifty as dreams on the tongueSqueachy rubbersoled double-knot weatherproof winterboots ooze their trekked tale slowly into the carpets ear;looking for, no, sifting through the... stop.rummaging around between folds of grey matter, electricity,¬†somewhere between there seems to be … Continue reading Self Portrait 1

These Giants

Making sense of it all (or trying) they Own the horizon, and they pull Upward with their chins held. Now creasing and pinching the land That had so long ago been bourne to Ammend for original sin, they reach Into the sky to find where atmosphere Nears the surface. They blush with the Sunset and … Continue reading These Giants