Tag Archives: solitude
In my solitude, I have found myself wanting to shrink even further, into a speck of light, like lint from a star’s navel, or a velvety swath of dark absented from its tailored source; in my solitude, I long to … Continue reading
Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.
Hermit, of singed tassels, have you raised hell quietly deeply within, to better discern and negotiate the holy seethe of flames? Have your voices, and their cold blue chains, grown numinous through years of patient greening? Hermit, how wonderful that … Continue reading
Bardic task at hand, to bask, in solitude, bare– Light passing over.
I, by entering my solitude more deeply, find you there, flagrant ember in the wordless dark, shining remnant of our love, unfettered.
By solitude’s star, on any given night, a twinning may occur to praise phenomena, our bodies, alight, infused with never-ending gospel.
It used to be fun, time spent with invented friends– One plus none equals?
He has peopled the world outside his window with decoys and delegates. They go where he cannot, they climb and scrabble and perch where he can only watch. The cage, you see, is more than just a symbolic prop. He … Continue reading
It has become my last refuge, a solitary outpost upon which the broken bit of sun seared into my palm, mirroring stigmata, has given my name as refutable evidence and signature.
In the shadow of a stray leaf, the ribbed modeling of pearlescent light, Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature, unsigned.