Tag: poem

Giant of Darkness

Bringing in the last of the wood for the season, these trunks are dragons that will breathe their fire into our home forge to slowly anneal us through the cold winter months. While cutting and pulling these logs in, I was writing a song about a leader with no leadership, such a shameful time (among…


homeless

Late at night, the pounding of my heart. I am in a comfortable room with things I love all around me, yet I am alone. The coyotes sing out there high wailing grief, even they hate to kill. Which one of us is homeless? Don’t answer. We both know the truth.