Tag Archives: Winter

Juice

Slow kind of winter, Spring, mainlining taproot juice, hastens light to mold. Advertisements

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Ice Cream

Like ice cream, this dream of life, wintering its soul– How lovely the melt!   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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If on a Winter’s Night…

In winter’s maw, snow, flutters of feathery pecks– kisses, melt to rash.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Bridge

Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Chair

No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.   (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Soma

It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.  

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Bough

Thick blossoms of snow caking the comb-teeth of pines– To rivet, chastely, sublime.

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Praise

Quite simply, the curlicue flake of snow kisses the child’s lashes, and winter’s slow hidden pink marvels in its own tender praises.

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Sacrifice

It is strange, and indelibly touching, how a sacrifice to the winter gods and summertime sadness co-exist as one and the same thing.

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Coyote, a Christmas Story

Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading

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