Tag: The Land

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 […]

Silence from the edges to the center

I maintain a small circle of small stones in my back yard garden. When I moved in I was sure I would soon be bringing in a collection of huge boulders to raise up and do my rituals and meditations within. As I lived with […]

Marwolaeth Y Duw Aur: A Lament for the Lost Marshes

Great Sorrow As the body on the bier Goes down   The river flows Annwn grows More distant   Dry rushes Where marshy ground once stood In peace   The river flows Annwn grows More distant   Red flags Waving eagle standards high In war […]

Digging For Giants

In the town where I live there is a hill. Apart from this hill, most of the center of town is flat. It sits across the floor of a small valley in a shape vaguely similar to an octopus suddenly thrust up onto the land. […]

A Triskelion of Healing

This season has been full of illness for me, and for many I know. I have spent long days in bed because that is the only option I had at the time. Some of those days were full of fevers and fever dreams. Though I […]

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 […]

Smoke and Ancestors

There are ashes on my keyboard. They sifted in through the windows when I opened them to let out the smoke from a too-hot cooking pan a couple days ago. They came in when I opened the door to let my beloved in after a […]