Now is a land of shadow, suspicion holds rule of the realmSeeds of darkness, seeds of light, shrouded is the hand at history’s helm.Sins of the fathers, heresies of the sons, dragons smile from the gloom.Men who seek and build, lay a brick in the wall over their tomb.Ideas are Read more…
There are volcanoes here, dead they say but dreaming. Remembering the belching fire of the past, like the ruptured blood of the earth, flowing, cooling, scaring and baking star garnets into the heated press. They sleep now, all of them, but their mother Yellowstone murmurs far beyond the jagged boundary Read more…
The world is a poem good and beautiful and true.It’s shouted from the stars afar and glitters within me and you.The strings of creation play the music of the spheres,Trees and mountains point above, reaching beyond the stars.But we, so caught up in things below hear with defended ears,The echoes Read more…
The leaves of fall are fallen, the tamarack’s needles are nearly all gone, the colors of the world fading to dark greens, blues, tans and greys. Winter is nigh upon us, even the air smells like the flat fluff of snow to come. The threshold of another winter, the dying Read more…
There’s a storm coming, slowly, in shouting whispers that shake the dead needles from the fire scorched trees, dripping them onto the moon colored dust that replaces the loam as carpet on this forest’s floor. A fire burned across this side of the mountain a few months back, smoldering its Read more…