We pushed South, running like mad. Slave labor pools running the land; like insect colonies, burrowing in the Earth. Red rain fell from a blue sky, in a land rich with gold, cocaine and mistrust. It was a white man's problem that was visited on the rest of the world; like the misplaced anger … Continue reading The Ruins
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When They Speak
Listen to what they tell you, for they are wise in the ways of mist and cedar, learned of folding mantle crust fractures jutting skyward. Monuments to a hundred million years of labour pains. Stop. Just stop talking. Stop cutting. Stop grinding. Stop burning and hear with a child's mind new first lessons, for … Continue reading When They Speak
A Raindrop
I am a drop of rain. I am part of the deluge. I am the flood. I am the reckoning. I am absolving. I am extinguishing. I am the tidal wave. I am the life blood. Every part of you is me. I am in the very air you breathe. Before you were you … Continue reading A Raindrop
A Naked Earth
The warm west wind hastens in Spring, strips the snow off the land like an impatient lover. The Sun, it's power unfelt during Winter's long embrace, now beholds the hills and valleys of a naked Earth. Its ardor intense and welcomed. In between cool rain showers that wash away the layers of cold weariness and … Continue reading A Naked Earth
Little Mother
Hello, can you help me to grow? Out of the grave, out of sorrow? Little Mother - Light shines always, interred inside you - like a life raise me from the earth - your heart of rebirth. Draw me from my shroud and shadow, give me the love I'm too sick to show. Little … Continue reading Little Mother