Playlist for this Post Without claw or tooth, without speed or fangs dripping poison, what hope was there ever in the evolutionary scheme of things that humans might prevail as long as they have? How have we spread across the planet, visited the moon, explored the very depths of the oceans though lacking gills or… Continue reading The Threat
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No God but GAIA
Playlist I’m not supposed to be, The fir tree in the wind. Branches flexing. Roots so solid. Growing tall amongst the rest. Immune to winter. Surviving drought. Bites and nibbles do not harm. (Not permanently.) Inside there is a core of mine. It smells of life. Vivacious, fresh, so evergreen. Sap may fall in sticky… Continue reading No God but GAIA
The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760
Playlist for this Post The giant and I were friends, or so I like to think. She never spoke, obviously. Not in normal terms. But please believe me when I say that I could feel her. Her presence was real to me. I think she felt me too. I know she did. The first time… Continue reading The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760
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Earth Mother
Poem about nature
Shelter
‘Look into my eyes,’ he says. ‘See the words I can not say.’ I’m scared though. I find his neck instead with my face. He is so solid, so alive. So real. My man is warm. He fills my veins with tiny humming birds. When we touch. When we kiss they fly. They soar and… Continue reading Shelter
The Silence
A poem about shunning and religious excommunication.
Emma
This is supposed to be safer than back home. That’s what I thought anyway as I walked the seven miles into Belfast. I can handle the cold wet pavement beneath me, even though it has me soaked through and is hurting my hip. I’ve got a sleeping bag that some lady gave me. And a bit of cardboard underneath. Her kindness should have made me cry.
Flames
Playlist for this Post Alteration finds. Burns. Conflagration. Heat fading to bring new life. Fed by the cinnamon tree. Fed by want. An awakening. That steady pulse. Approaching thunder. Eyes bright beneath clouds of grey.
The Cancer
Playlist for this Post My words have become stuck. Balding tires drowned in muck. Wheel spinning in the darkness. A stubby pencil lacking sharpness. A tallow candle lacking flame. Aborted fetus with no name. Shame. You came. Blame game.