Always the sun first
then the doe sunning, the stag
running toward the doe, wherein
this ramshackle causality
a taste for flesh buds
at birth—when mouth clasps… 225 more words
5 days, 14 hours ago
Mother of flames,
The men that went ahunting
Are asleep in the snow drifts.
You have kept the fire burning!
Crooked fingers that pull
Fuel from among the wet leaves, 66 more words
No route planner would suggest the trip from Elgin to Glasgow required a five-year sojourn in Paris, but that’s the route that Scottish-songwriter Siobhan Wilson took. 2,241 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. 119 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane. 82 more words
you devour it
and then, then
good as it was
wanted… 10 more words
How lovely it is not to go. To suddenly take ill.
Not seriously ill, just a little under the weather.
To feel slightly peaked, indisposed. Plagued by… 215 more words