Category Archives: Writing

Refuge

in this way you find separation

paths familiar yet unmarked

wade into tall fragrant grasses

caresses soft as spring butterfly wings

nature’s choir harmonic tuning

humming from your chest

test your equilibrium

one leg raised for motion

hush your paradiddle heart

chin anointing clavicle

closed eyes filter morning’s sacred light

home home crescendo

sustain your hallelu

hold it close inhale inhabit

invest your all

linger with your knowing gaze

you may never feel

this ready

so alive again

Frame

Photo tilts left

in the room of messy flowers

Light splashes shadows

these old silenced walls

Rest your head

for an evening

Lay it down, you wandering traveler

Everything yearned for lives

out of reach but still in sight

Boots on at dawn

Turning page, young seeker

Toss those maps over the ledge

Step one, you are ready

eyes bright with colour

Black and white was just a crack

drawing you in

Your beginning


Shifts

I am far away now

from everything familiar

It’s after sundown, dark

The air smells of smoke

heavy from bamboo smouldering

Crickets are singing, or katydids

And something else

A woman’s voice rising out of the darkness

Over there near the fields

we rode bicycles past today

She sings

or keens

The melody is in a minor key but

I don’t understand the language

Perhaps it’s a lullaby

I am lying here in this hammock

a young attendant just brought by and hung for me

It’s in that army camouflage pattern

In the courtyard, I saw samples of bombs

grenades and land mines recovered from the landscape here

I am looking at my familiar from a distance

From another angle

This location in the world

I am reading Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale

I read it before, a long time ago

It seemed like brilliant fantasy work then

Science Fiction, a Fantastic Tale

It doesn’t seem like fantasy now, this time

I’ve felt the breath of Possibility.

Have I changed so?

Or has the World changed?

Maybe I have been sleeping

Maybe I’m just waking up.

In Memory of The Woman I Never Knew Whom I Have Known All My Life

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Her house for sale now

real estate sign face down on the lawn

implies more than declares

No one, I think, has checked for days

She has gone from there

I don’t know when

We mind our own business here

in quiet neighbourhoods

No matter we exchanged no words

I honour her now—-trespass sometimes required—-

I honour her now

stand before her house absent of her there behind the drape

I step across her early morning lawn

photograph this birdbath in spring sunlight

imagining she loved it once

enough to place it precisely there

equidistant from window and sidewalk

the private the public

and we smile our smiles

Talk is not needed here

the water has all gone to vapour.

 

 

Mirror

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One eyelid seems to droop lower than the other

think I’m slowly starting to look like my mother

and yeah that scares me a little

 

What’s happening to my skin

is there hair growing on my chin

maybe my eyes deceive me again

 

And who knows where this train’s going

there’s some fool’s grace in hardly knowing

I got a ticket is all that ought concern me

 

There are still teeth behind these lips

still plenty rhythm dancing in these hips

Gratitude is the jewel I’ll hold onto.