Losna (Winter)
From beside a sun- paled bridge – enamel petals falling, brickle and bleached – I watch the mounting satellite – wan-creeping above bitter horizon – over looking-glass spatters of … Continue reading
December 19, 2017 · Leave a comment
Tromsdalen
There was a time when a small shack, – unused in decades – stood here, shaking under a barrage of wind and hail; door barely hanging on by it’s friable rust devoured hinges; charged … Continue reading
December 12, 2017 · Leave a comment
ursus maritimus
Her head low and eyes fixed on mine. Loping from floe to sea to dolerite schist; crackling on the lime rich shore; following stale musk. Per shakes my … Continue reading
December 9, 2017 · Leave a comment
three
i have walked for nearly thirty miles and yet lack the courage to pass through the sap sticky firs and on to other soil there is no mark no … Continue reading
December 3, 2017 · Leave a comment
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