Tag Archive: poem

Gibran’s trees

Traveller now you can stop counting how many shelters that fell homes that were not yours hands that pushed. Feel no shame traveller for your journey (which continues) for the dark hollows you… Continue reading

Ice Fishing

Steel teeth ripping through steel ice feet thick he watches one bead of sweat land on the wounded circle he is carving and melt. The circle gives way. He pushes one side of… Continue reading

Ectoplasm

Consider your origen: It is likely someone was drunk a frantic clutch of fabric and air a smolder of desire Or the thing growing beneath the mud now arching against the insurmountable anyway… Continue reading

The agreement of traffic lights

Do you hear the sound of breaking glass and grinding steel the moans of those about to die? Those are the sounds we hear when we ignore the agreement of traffic lights.  … Continue reading