Darkness

A Study in Ancestors and Rust

  The giant stands across the dark river with one foot on each side. Glints of silver can be seen in the waters that rush past between his feet. The darkness between them is the darkness of the night without moon. His eyes do not […]

The Nice Day

This piece was originally published in A Beautiful Resistance, Issue 4. I am republishing it here in memory of the rain I hope will soon visit us here in California. I find myself at the top of a barren hill. The light is dim and […]

Agranona’s Music

I am standing in the cool air of the evening with my feet on the stone of the entryway. The night is full with the smell of winter and I can hear only my breath and the breath of my sisters around me. We have […]

Walking the long night

Two shadows in the grass fade out slowly Their legs lost as they go   There are holes in the sky full of sadness Stars and tears in the dark   The smell of dead things is sweet tonight The Good Green Earth gives back […]

Walking with Ourania

This season has been more difficult than most for a variety of reasons and I long for the refuge of healing dreams.  It is several hours after sunset and the end of a long day at work. The air is crisp and cold and a […]