Random musings: Graffiti on the cairn

The heat-haze runs off the slick road of my hair, dripping down my neck and arms. Biting flies swarm, goading me to run, run, run faster — and I am …

Poem: A strange kind of mercy

Sometimes compassion doesn’t offer a kiss, or a kiss alone. So tenderly the hand cradles the kitten and the needle, ending the brief flash of a life suffused with hurt. …

Poem: The Bees

Bend the willow, beloved. String the harp from her copper hair. You, stung by the bee that betrays you, defending the treasures of the hive with that one, lone spear. …

Poem: Resourcing

I am not your lumber or your log, an artesian well awaiting the borehole. I am not a geode concealing crystals, nor a vein running its shine through the mine …

Poem: Flowers

Flowers, you think, are gentle for all their wild hues. Obedient, they twine the trellis you set, a tamed disorder for a tidy bed, edging something larger and more important …

Poem: Midhir, in search

O Moon, what can you be feeling, slivered and pale, a crescent of yourself sickling after a wholeness that flits, a purple- winged fly?   You were full in the …

Poem: Hymn

I am the east wind, the dawn wind, the blue-pearled starflower the white-fingered tide at its turning the woodthrush, the wren   I am a poem written with leaves a …