The Aftermath of Enlightenment Jun20

The Aftermath of Enl...

I wish I had written every thought scribbled every note and scrawled every idea of everything I’ve ever been I would give anything to paint every intimate joy and to photograph every distant pain, so I could take it all in And I wish I had a map that could show it all clearly, how every...

Perennials Jun18

Perennials

Flowers blossom like Chinese paper lanterns. They are what make the water sparkle at night. Fish shimmer beneath the surface, green or orange or frothy white. You reach into the summer sea trying to scoop up glittering light.   By Nora Cooper ...

Black Ink Jun13

Black Ink

Nothing, absolutely nothing, will ever best the splendor of the human body. Look at the skyline on its inky canvas. Your ribs are the hills, your eyes are newborn stars burning blue, and your spine is the barely perceivable curvature of the earth. Your nails are splintering spring ice, and...

The Heavy Truth of Ice and Snow Jun12

The Heavy Truth of I...

  Seated on my icy throne, I stare out between the blocks of my glacial fortress at my grandfather. Shovel in hand he throws thick sheets of white over his shoulder, clearing out the long hill that he called a driveway. Drifts build up tall, enclosing the stretch all the way from the...

Neodymium Romantic Jun11

Neodymium Romantic

I wanted to show you The Fluorescent shoots growing out of the wood Falling upwards like millions of purple rain drops Converging into glassy stalagmite columns Under an ocean of darkness, I wanted to show you the glass forest born of dead wood and watch the royal hue mist around your eyes All...

Evening Snack Jun11

Evening Snack

When the sky is Eating orange Sherbert ice cream, You can be sure With the confidence Of a spider, who Weaves its web In the evening rain, That it is the Reciprocal of dawn.   By Kenneth Packard ...