Two Tankas of dust
Time lost to the sun, the world seems warprd by ancent glass and small quivers. Memories rush to fill life’s desertion to the sand. Life in the dark shines, but a life in hot light thirsts, Longing under heat, and visions of moist vistas, turned to dust on inspection. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit … Read more
Story: The Song of Ximena Aljibe Part #2 . . . #WesternWednesday
The Song of Ximena Aljibe Part #1 can be found here. What does your soul sing when the sparrows fly west? What hope does the desert eagle bring? What sleeps in the nest? What songs do the coyote sing? A dread mist fills the streets and alleys. A fog of sloth brought by wrath; the … Read more
Tanka: Tankas of Discord (or Birth of a Muse)
Light from the fire of the golden apple seed planted in ripe fields on the flood plains fertilized and fed from the river Styx. Dancing with delirium, Elysian fields soured, Dreams of vile filth, Deconstructions waking eye, Sophia held by thick chains; Born from the lotus, and fathered by the logos, she swam in waters … Read more
Tankas: Three Tankas of a Deserts Rage . . . #WesternWednesday
Rage filled pale gray eyes and his hate brought destruction, To the desert towns, Each step on the trail grows sage, ’till the sun sets and life starts. But in the empty waists and nightmare visages of the deep visions lost in the stars of heaven, falling into reborn souls . . . The lost … Read more
Tanka: Gray Eyes
Before pale gray eyes, Stands the heart of the desert, dust blown and barren, but holding the hidden life, in the shade of a small stone. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
