Writerquake

I want to wander there now In the land split by the hills Where sunset colors the valley And gloaming shades the mounds In the land...

So as to not disturb the silence from which this poem came I will whisper goodbye. No goodbyes to the space that will...

The image she kept of herself: sophisticated elegance, hair swept in perfumed grace, nails groomed pink clinking against the drink gla...

Today, five months after your death, two young deer surprised me in the yard at dawn. One trotted rhythmically across the lawn, but t...

This is me. I am the sea. I am pale as foam and blue, drenched by a river of tears flowing into me — From me waves of change ...

You see, I see you you mossy green god and god how I love you, you with trunks to spare and that wild white eye be...

When when was a word trailing off into space and change was avoided,  to keep an unholy peace, I kept pace with the fullness of nothin...

  There is power of place here, Solid as mortared brick - Ethereal as finespun memories. I sip Earl Grey tea On a waning winter day...