on a path in the forest soft earth underfoot amongst sun fern edges a woman walks walks towards the light. in her heart is the forest with soft earth underfoot and there a woman walks walks towards the light. in this woman’s heart is the forest earth soft light amongst the ferns and there a…
beneath the cloud stretched sky all is silence unmoving. birds are whispering their names. my footfall is careful between these trees lest my walking shakes the leaves. am i the quiet that holds the centre, or the calm at the eye of the storm.
1. epidermis dermis corium integument thin layer of tissue forming a natural outer covering skin 2. look – i had chicken pox as a child sat the long morning on the broad window sill reeking of calamine, the garden gushing silently through old glass. 3. when i drive this road see the lines we have…
ungainly awkward i throw clouds at the sky. useless as tears in the rain my fists roll thunder along the silent backs and damp green creases of my mountain home – the trees look away as i walk. what use is this anger that cannot spit lightning or defend the unspeaking with a smite or…
loud like the taste of rain on my skin the cicadas sing the end of summer. drawing by Tim Hewitt-Coleman
do you think your heart is too small to love someone without promise or reward. do you think you are too weak to not break along the fault lines and flaws that you cling to. let go we were made to love we were made to break open let us fall apart be dispersed dust…