The king sky wants us all to bow today. The flowers mercilessly pelted by the machine-gun rain. The wind a whip walloping the atmosphere trees waving like waves. clouds crowding clouds split by stark lightning brings to ground rumbling shivering window panes. Advertisements
I dream of wild flowers scattered across summer dresses and moving rivers shattering afternoon light. I dream of colour: the world exploding into sunflowers. God’s palette is a sweeping meadow and girl’s laughter. I dream of jagged shores breaking waves from which great symphonies arrive. The Earth is not dead beneath all this death. Come […]
The geese flying above form an arrow and when I turn around -a V.
I kick an old flyer onto the road. The wind blows it right back. Debris has conquered the streets -trash unleashed from ice like artifacts- as across the lawns the mounds of snow have melted down to last November.
Only after a dreadfully long winter is the sound of rain such fine music.
A great winter has swept blue through the city. Stark frowns in cold sunlight. Every lawn a pyramid of old snow. Warped roads filled with holes have warped minds. Time hangs lifelessly across the perimeters of the night days. Soon melted deposits into the high river will run right across your lives. The air is […]
Beneath the frozen ground I can see summer. I heard it was coming in the loose gossip buoyantly floating around town. I had a dream that leaves were climbing back upon the trees like little green soldiers. Soon, all the birds will come back all at once and the girls laughing will break out the […]