Desiccated bronze orphans, aligned along branches, rustling symphony trembling in the wind. Brittle flags hanging, minor testament to doggedness, multiple casualties dropping to ground. I know they are just leaves, and I am just walking. That is just tree. This is just sky. I am just flesh and bone, water and pigment. Still, I see …
I am posting this poem here, as my dear friend’s mother died last night. I wrote it 5+ years ago for my friend about her mother. The time has come for my friend’s grieving… Metal May Well Revert for Naomi to its natural state. Rust, oxidation, salt hastening its back, back, back to earth. Bone …
I first encountered the concept via poetry – where I have encountered many theological concepts and utterances. Despite spiritual and academic engagement with holy scriptures of several world religions, I continue to return to poetry as the source of unsealed revelation most accessible to me. Guess this is yet another clue that I am a …