Grief is historian of the heart.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Party angels
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
Your battle
If your armor against the world is laziness and excuses, you’re not protecting yourself from battle and injury — you’ve trapped yourself inside with them.
Openings
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer.
Talons
Owls are hunters
Humans are mechanical separators —
separating by metal machines
meat from bones
life from death
fat from essence —
but in Nature, where Man used to come from
a long time ago — remember it? —
none of those things is separable.
BRAIN from SENSE
Killing nature
the wilderness died
of a broken heart —
from bad decisions and
evil battles of grown men
blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
Wilted
The past falls away in wilted petals,
New things will come, probably nettles.
Windblown
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
Radiant joy
Aside from new babies, new mothers must be the most beautiful creatures
A life with papers
Any real writer — or reader — has had a papercut on the forehead
Unreasonably warm in Phoenix
We live in an Arizona desert town
where winter is brown and green
and summer is green and brown
with 300 annual days of sunscreen
our autumn’s unreasonably warm
and springtime is mostly too hot
here we live for every rainstorm
and the seasons—well, they’re not.
Rockers of science
Fossils are what ‘now’ looked like forever ago.
Refined
Candy is sugar that’s all dressed up for the party.