On The Forest Floor

The clear light of dawn has trouble finding its way down to the forest floorThe instruments we use to measure timefrom clocks to calendars to the rings in our treespreserve the illusion of orderand fall in splinters on the forest floorWhen the sun sets on this brutal timewe will be waiting forthe winter to passtheContinue reading “On The Forest Floor”

Awkward as an Angel

Awkward as an angel who bears the burden of black beauty she turns, unaware of the emptiness that swirls around her lost legs   Legs on which balance the twin curses of comfort and congeniality   She is a solitary saint in a universe of undistinguished souls She is shy and unsure of her shineContinue reading “Awkward as an Angel”