Love’s Dreamy Breath Jon Hillenbrand, October 15, 2008December 30, 2015 Love is air. Lovelessness is the drowning after. I float now in that water. Were I suspended in sweet air, you would see the roses in my cheeks and the clover in my souls. But as you peer past the surface of my rippled sky, your eyes will ungrey a ghost of my former self, my envenomed pallor surrounding twin pools of striking loss. I once survived flowing in calm featurelessness, gilded waves lighting my arms and legs. Then I saw my unveiled siren, my legend reaching down to me with outstretched longing hopeful fingers. She lifted me up toward a dream passed into me as from a breath. And as she exhaled I was alone upon her rocks where I dragged for a year. Broken, I slowly dipped down to the cold comforting shroud of foggy darkness which welcomed me once again. Poetry photography
Poetry The Death of Dusty Brown October 15, 2008December 30, 2015 I took the reins from Anne and mounted up. The sun was setting across a fall landscape of tall grass which licked my stirrupped heels. I was looking forward to riding again not having ridden a horse in some time. The feel was familiar and I looked forward to the… Read More
Poetry Girl from the pond – a short story July 11, 2012December 30, 2015 There I stood looking upon the pond. And before me arose a mist from the shimmering surface like gold leaf on an Egyptian statue. Across the mist there arose a gentle bird whose wings spread across the water and sent ripples across the pond. The fish rose up to meet… Read More
Poetry Life Should Be Delicious August 18, 2010December 30, 2015 I woke up with vomit in my mouth. The kind of dirty stink that makes you run to a cup of anything to change the experience. All night I had been bent at the waist, feeling my body implode, stopped only by the frozen stomach muscles that I hadn’t felt… Read More