Tag Archives: moon

Dissonance

Strung like fast-falling tears among long, lush lashes, are words that we conjure without asking, spinning tales that have no meaning, our moon-cast languages creating inscrutable worlds. Piercing through the static is not for the faint of heart, only those brave … Continue reading

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Passenger

Among summer flowers and dark earth I spied a red velvet starfish, an exotic bloom plucked from its ocean home dropped by a careless hand or mother gull upon an unknown world. A world saturated in golden light and still … Continue reading

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Boundless

“ Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree, from which a small wood-owl calls.” – Johannes Bobrowski I want my words to conjure spring instead … Continue reading

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Autumn Deep

In these latter days of autumn there’s no time to mourn the last golden leaves still clinging to dark, bare branches. The earth’s long pirouette has been gathering in the cold from celestial blue above and the warmth of the … Continue reading

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Enchanted Forests — Amitav Chowdhury

Here is a poetry collaboration with Kim She commented on one of my poems and these lines just flowed. Hope you all enjoy reading it. Forests are nurtured from antiquity Stands tall like a fortress guarding the secrets Whispers of … Continue reading

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Making Contact

My eyes are always drawn to the inscrutable face of the moon, found easily as she sits in the night sky alien and ever illuminating, holding her secrets close, draped in mystery –  Found if I follow the silver-lit path revealed … Continue reading

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Moon Energy

Dusk in New York on a Friday night, on a warehousey street, is the witching hour. You can feel the daytime creatures slipping into their nighttime skins. – Matthew Fox While at my Dru yoga class this week, our teacher Sandra … Continue reading

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