I dream twice of a fulmarthe same placewind blastedheld and buffetedfeathers tornbody discoloured I wondered looked into mythknew not the story then suddenlyI remember it was at hell’s mouth I first met the bird and when I flustereddreamed that I was at the mouth of hell shoppingtripping on a stoneguarding a grandchildloving a soncherishing a …
Author archives: pasdelasbas
For a brief moment Side-stepping the terminal Contemplating red
It’s old enough to crack The creaking tree grinding Watch! The wind is blowing
The dog hasn’t forgotten The whereabouts of the ball. Until I too forget
It is your eyesight Now astigmatic now not That lets me see you
Light breaks through the trees In heaven, it winds and whispers One way to know that
Chainsaws in the woodsSounds of Tibetan trumpetsSun just like the moon
This dry summer and the Earth is cracked Opening rifts around the more recent Graves where my mother and sister are buried So riven and shrunken the soil Their headstone rocks to my weight and There is nothing to depend upon Yet still I’ll tarry Sketch the scene Walk the churchyard Wonder at the Cypresses …
time
when you find out about time it’s time to see it is neither good nor bad yes, it’s a long time and it’s no time so don’t complain about God being good