Stories for Curious Souls
Stories for Curious Souls
Loosening From within the bramble and slick, spring mudstartled grouse thunder and wintered boughs break. Even the falcon – that taloned wizard, that sky-feathered priest –drops without comment between rough-needled spruce and tries the branch that may not hold, as…
Forgiven You’re forgiven, said the moon with a wink at the dawn and a meaningful look at the sea as she sank through the veils with your night’s work of rope twisted from shadows and bedsheets.…
Spring Between cornice and crevasse you have drifted burying what hurts in a rough sliding thunder and frosting your back in rime. Turn. Face the quick wind and dogged sun. Let their fervor sweep…
Chickadee Look again it sang look again while bending its sensible slide whistle notes to wrap around spruce bark and cone look again, it sang and again, for it’s plain that the branch of your…
The Tending He paused at the bending hand-shaped like the sea when it draws down the sky and fills its hazy palm with waves, blurred by winter’s tracks in tide and frazil ice rough-edged, but …
Lynx As your breath hangs in clouds over snowsqueak and twigsnap lynx move as melting their tufting in flows leaving time lost in rivers hearts skipped as if stones and gathered, you follow wide-whiskered, updrawn chasing…
The Spinning Tree The tree and the sun spun gold out of snow as if straw was too easy or nonsense, imagine — making something from nothing, or at least something less — that’s fodder for…
Winter Light With a dragon’s palette it beckons drawing your gaze from the vast snow-furring that weighs each branch and sifts like dust as you veer towards it through the smoke of your breath drawn from…
What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?
Happy Winter Solstice! Here in south-central Alaska, our midday sunrise has rolled along the Chugach Mts. into a mid-afternoon sunset. As if that low-light show weren’t enough, the sun is now scattering splotchy rainbow sun dogs over the…