Days lay down disconnected                 from                 one                   another – shuffled cards. No storyline or heroine here in February. All meaning less and less. Don’t know if it’s accumulation – heavy five month pile – dense, diminished days, diluted  light, warmth, that leached out of my marrows in time with the sky. I’m parchment dry, […]

Toiling in Blame

Ah the bracken, I am shaken, To my tender, creamy core. Oh this thicket, Where’s my ticket To your softer, saline shore? I push forward, Always shore-ward. I know I may sustain some scratches. Scalpel glances could by chance lance my viscera through patches. I’m a beggar. Lift a finger, Or drop a weighty crumb. Ease […]