Month: February 2021

dusk we condemn olds gods to the furnace

zen garden

nothing to see

plenty to feel

the violence and brashness of morning light

strange tunnel winds

the current mood is

seeking the truth

winter at dusk

train tail lovers whisper curses

before dawn

sleep hangs from

a thin limb

rake the clouds from deep blue sky

winter shadow guards the empty bench

moon shadow

glides across the ice

first contact