winter

Keep Doing It

Creator Journals 11/11/25 I need to stop being surprised when I have a day that feels off. Half of my days are like that, maybe more, but I’m always surprised and flustered. My mind feels like the wild wind, coming and going as it pleases. This impermanence is not making it easy to write much.Continue reading “Keep Doing It”

Avoidable Tragedy

The plains cry out Sentient in their lack of verb – If you kept me any longer I might Take wing with you– But there is nothing but ice in the sky A solid helmet over the head of the earth– Keep me in your prayers I’ll keep you in eyesight–

WD 155 “Frozen Flowers III”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers III I tried everything to fix The tether that connected our worlds but These dreams of winter never began to thaw The sun hides from you, like anyone who has been Invited, engaged, forgotten Lost to your distance I can’t drive all that wayContinue reading “WD 155 “Frozen Flowers III””

WD 154 “Frozen Flowers II”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers II I came to know A deep sense of longing The sensations of a stray walking the cold sidewalk Hunting for food But there was never any lack of resource No locked up larter Simply a mind that could not fathom Generosity of beingContinue reading “WD 154 “Frozen Flowers II””

WD 153 “Frozen Flowers”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers Cold comfort between friends Lemon Wedges in each drink I pantomime a story of distress, a secret set of bones buried in a cave But you can’t find it in yourself, or in the tundra around you I poke around, trying to stimulate theContinue reading “WD 153 “Frozen Flowers””

WD 136 “Aphelion”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Aphelion Widen the circle The range of influence, cellular signal Fire, water, earth, wind And the invisible presence A light in a darkness A glass of hot liquid that smells like cinnamon Even roaches die of old age But never the man with the bag SoContinue reading “WD 136 “Aphelion””

WD 133 “Winter Secret”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Winter Secret The severed fingers point upward, toward the sky Clock hands, keeping time and watching the seasons No one knows the day or the hour But I’m bound by a wreath of timelessness Holiday wrapped, kept at bay And I want to sing, like theContinue reading “WD 133 “Winter Secret””

Weird Dreams 20 “Among the Heathens”

(Content warning: Strong language) A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Among the Heathens And I became Like a vapor to you So illusive, noxious like the Darkness of night, quivering across moonlight arrows God save me God damn her But the lust continues, even into the winter, in every point of theContinue reading “Weird Dreams 20 “Among the Heathens””