What happened to the lion’s share? You’re left with far less than you need Instead your image is appropriated for all sorts of demeaning purposes as if what you represent your might and majesty needs no basis in your actual continued existence Will the lion’s share come to represent the fate of…
Tag: Poetry
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Undying Tales part 5: Mangrove
Tangled roots where ocean meets land where salty meets fresh in the borderland HOME to essential and dangerous beasts with which we are entangled essential and endangered beasts givers and protectors in the treacherous land that is our home Love and roots, Winterdragon
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Undying Tales part 4: Pampas Deer
Oh deer Protect your young Hunting season is stretching into perpetuity Your forests are burning Oh deer How long until your tracks are covered forever in ash? Love and wilderness, Winterdragon
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Undying Tales part 3: Riverine Rabbit
Hey rabbit! Don’t let the world get you down (if you perish I shall perish too) I’d like to see you thrive (if we go we’ll go together) I like you best alive (when we grow we’ll grow together) and kicking Love and life, Winterdragon
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Undying Tales part 1: Iriomote Cat
I guess some of you have heard of Inktober and the like. A challenge where one is supposed to draw every day of October, based on a list of prompts. Drawing is so far beyond my comfort zone I haven’t even considered participating, but thanks to a friend I realised…
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The shape of inspiration
I think I felt a spark of inspiration today. Perhaps it was the light of evening sky against a foreground of trees. Perhaps it was the coldness of the waterfall shocking me awake. Perhaps it was the softness of skin half-hidden beneath last year’s fallen leaves. Whatever shape it took,…
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Threads
from threads I see you hanging and I feel myself hanging on for dear life from threads around my bones from the trees through my skin holding me up the only thing keeping me here keeping me from sinking completely into the ground I need something to hold onto a…
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My Bones, or The Space Between Us
If I could drag my bones across the Earth If I could find a lasting state of bliss If I could cross the space between us In a word, or in a kiss But my bones are way too heavy And the space is just too vast And in my…
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There Will Be No Intermission
Dear Amanda. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this post, but here goes anyway: Thank you, Amanda Fucking Palmer. I had the great fortune of seeing your show yesterday in Copenhagen. There was indeed no intermission, and as far as my feelings are concerned, there won’t be one for…
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The day anew
Sometimes the night is draped in starless black When nightmares weave from shadows in your head Or sleepless thoughts of everything you lack Create a prison cell out of your bed The night drags on forever in your room Your mind is like a cloud that hides the moon If…