listen
to the devout
voices, for they glisten
in the distance as they strike out
to shout
whispers of the divine
If there are whispers of the divine,
then surely they manifest themselves
in the curve of your spine, or perhaps,
through the curiosity of your
preoccupied face.
Even in the frost the tips of
her silver coat illuminate and
within the morning hush, her
steady purr sets the rhythm for
the day.
My breath slows as we stretch
towards the sun in the tabernacle
of our home.
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These were the thoughts that prompted me
to get out of bed this morning. The image is
of my cat, Sorcha. It was taken in 2010, when
I lived in San Francisco. She is still with us.
private pinecone
silly poem
The longest noodle in the world
on polished fork was now just twirled.
This piece of pasta is so vast
that after lunch, it’s time to fast!
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Today’s writing post is intentionally light fare.
River Ride
A father and daughter enjoy a weekend bike ride in Daegu, South Korea/2014
Mother Can Remember This
No one but mother can remember this.
No one except she, but she now is dead,
can testify about the light we miss.
A loveless breeze embraces my bent head
as lilies clad in wintertide touch stone.
These words were ripped from my chest to be read.
No one should journey through this world alone
or tether themselves to a bloodless form,
but feet almost collapse beneath old bone.
Yet, there is hope to find within the storm,
And surely we shall rise from the abyss
to go where hapless humans can transform.
That splendid dwelling where we cornered bliss
No one but mother can remember this.
황금팽이버섯/golden enoki mushroom
These mushrooms are very delicious. They have a lovely sweet taste and make a wonderful garnish for many different kinds of meals. 🙂
convergence
Our home, which protects
us from society but not from
ourselves, acknowledges the
conversion of speech to action.
Four walls tumble down
every night, falling upon
cold, firm faces that have
not yet learned how to break.
They reassemble themselves
at dawn.
The heart that cannot remember
is condemned to repeat mistakes.
As a result, incongruous chambers
plug away despite the fact that their
desires will forever be at odds
with each other.
Factory Gate
Daegu, South Korea
100 Word Story/I
Frank bounded up the stairs with flowers of forgiveness and a bottle of semi-expensive Merlot. The smile on his face was so wide that he nearly tripped over it. He fumbled with his key in the lock but eventually the door sprang open. All of the lights in the apartment were off – every single last one.
“Gina?”
Frank flicked on the lights as the silence within the room washed over him. The picture of Gina and her mom was missing from the mantle. Finally, Frank spied her note on the table.
I can’t wait for you to change anymore. Goodbye.
sundry folly 