WIND

8:13 PM  A woman stands a few yards away from the ocean with her toes neatly tucked into the sand, as if grounding herself to the Earth out of fear she’ll run or float away. The shadows cast by the setting sun’s alchemy with the dust in the sky make her stark nakedness hardly discernible … Continue reading WIND

“VISION”

Forking lance of purple fire flowing In the hazes of its victim. Misty carnage Of an old oak rent deep by lightning. Its fibres split and twisted into Labyrinths of gore and smolder. Still standing, in half evaporations, (rain for future children) Where it had for many the small life of man. The farmer’s shade … Continue reading “VISION”