Posted in Creativity, Culture, Writing, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, poetry on 30 Oct 2018| Leave a Comment »
We keep it out
shunned
banished
beyond the electric glare
past heavy curtains
behind double-glazed panes
We fear
its cold
its dark
its unspoken secrets
I say
open the drapes
shut the lights
put flame to a candle’s wick
and let it in
Invite the night inside
forget its chill
forgive its inky mien
offer it a seat
and pour a wee dram
Enjoy its quiet
the stillness of its nature
and listen closely
as it whispers
of secrets
eager to be known
Let it in
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Posted in Creativity, Writing, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, poetry, vignettes, Writing on 18 Oct 2018| Leave a Comment »
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the cat and I eat twice a day
I serve her before myself
a rule I learned from a rabbi
and she finishes her meal
before I even sit down
covering the leftovers
with invisible leaves before
returning to the maintenance of her fur
or to toy with a dirty sock
panther-dragged from room to room
as she mutters disconsolate subtext
I used to think the rabbi’s rule was meant to instill
respect for our animals
a lesson in responsibility
empathy for those in our care
but now I understand
it’s merely to avoid
her judgmental eyes
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Posted in Writing, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, poetry on 20 Sep 2018| Leave a Comment »
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September’s broken Summer’s back and strewn
the brazen vault with patchwork gauze
to tease the thirsty land
with promises
of rain.
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Posted in Writing, tagged creative writing, modern poetry on 07 Sep 2018| Leave a Comment »
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the day I learn
what I am truly worth
to you
is the day I learn
what you are truly worth
to me
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Posted in Creativity, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, poetry on 07 Jun 2018| 1 Comment »
Posted in Gardening, Writing, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, short fiction, vignettes on 31 May 2018| Leave a Comment »
In the center of my front room is a table. On that table stands a single vase with a single stem on which is a single bloom.
A rose, the first rose of the summer that is yet to come.
From purple to cerise to pink, the outer petals open to reveal their brethren, rank upon rank, unfolding like Mandelbrot origami, endless, hypnotic to the eye.
A single rose, a flower that can fit in the palm of my hand, and yet it fills the room, side to side, top to bottom, three thousand cubic feet, with the scent of honeyed apricots, sweetened cream, dappled sunlight, and the longing of ancient empires.
Posted in Seattle, Writing, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, poetry, vignettes on 26 Apr 2018| Leave a Comment »
sparrows greet us
escalating commuters
as we rise to the surface
grey-faced warriors
morlocks in the dawn
they sing to us from
guano-stained signs
hopping word to word
to teach us their lyrics
of sunrise and birth
Unraveling Time
Desert Wind
Ploughman's Son
Ploughman King
The Year the Cloud Fell
The Spirit of Thunder
Shadow of the Storm
The Cry of the Wind
Beneath a Wounded Sky
Cryptogenesis: A Memoir