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The exhale of a horse steams up the imagination, relieves the tension
in my shoulders as Atlas sets the earth down for dinner.
The night is young and there is mischief afoot
The busy-squeak of a mouse shuffles the bush
climbs down into the trails under blackberry roots
This Midnight of Existence The exhale of a horse steams imagination, relieves the tension in my shoulders as Atlas sets the earth down for dinner. While the busy-squeak of a mouse shuffles the bush night is young and mischief afoot! Trails trip under the network of blackberry roots, an intelligence plays here. ConsiderContinueContinue reading “Poem: This Midnight of Existence”
The RunawayWater drips in a full bucket placed beneath a gutter leakIt sits aside the bottom step to prevent a puddle from formingLow moonlight barely fills the rim as it rides ripples shaped by bent wood, pushed by the midnight breeze that whistles aloneSoft steps walk down finding each board in the darkAvoiding the familiar placesContinueContinue reading “Poetry: The Runaway”
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