Old order is subject to decay, they say, and when fate summons, old statues fall freely. Heart-held loves, friends, hatreds, foes: all. Yes, all give way to mighty time’s sway. Bright, fearless, grand, green youthful years with each passing year grow thick wisdom layers, while marching on its way, time fills with fears the cup
Category: Vein of Work
Old Acquaintance I hope to see you in the new year if my town isn’t on lockdown and your city lifts its restrictions you know it’s been a mighty long time You can’t really share a pint over zoom, now can you? And you certainly can’t pass it on the left-hand side no matter how
i learned to avoid going out for new years (a candle lit for Noelle) during countdowns i was always emerging: the washroom, the bar, or outside for some air with all the starry lights an auld lang syne is sometimes a shadow wanting to touch my hair my lips my partner expected my return his
Seed Futures catalogues arrive fill my mailbox in December barely weeks since the garden ceased to produce I have just tucked it up for the winter, in drab browns and greys lidded compost bin, raked brittle leaves scoured pots and trays but inside there is colour if only on the page – bright gold blossoms
Your June Picture the year as a clock and it’s straight up 6. The world spreads before you like ketchup. Don’t shade your eyes, you miss a minute. You are thirsty—bee pollen is everywhere, so many flowers, so many flowering chances. No vagueness, just brilliance, each color, every contour— Awake! Anew! Alive!
Breakthrough It’s a long and desolate road. I think it’s always been so. Such a desolate road to travel before the brightness ahead, the light after desolation when the sun is freed from its winter shackles. Such a desolate road to travel waiting, hoping, searching for the brightness, the light after desolation when the sun
Panacea It’s snowing Over a Covid world. The snow is cleansing The air, weighing Each invisible culprit down. Each snowflake An antidote to fear. If only it could! Armies of microscopic Ice lattices, silencing Deadly viruses to the ground. Neutralizing their dangerous Spikes in layers of snowfall Where they could be titrated To innocuous, elemental
A Chance of a Lifetime Every day, a new beginning, a chance to get it right, to get a new start, a new perspective. Today may look the same as yesterday, but trust me, it’s not. Notice the small details. Look! Here’s a new crocus after the long harsh winter, showing off its purple dress.
FLEETING GLIMPSE I know, you remember this smell. You remember this sound too. When you were alone, you felt something, you saw something, maybe you do not know exactly what, but you caught a fleeting glimpse. Correct? Just for a second, you saw that light out of the corner of your own eye, am I