whispered on the moor a dream came to me recently it broke through the morning past sunrise and into my waking thoughts in this dream I walk the rocky shoreline of a rust-coloured beach finding coins along the way over and over I place these treasures into my palms pounds, shillings and pence the furtherContinue reading “whispered on the moor”
Tag Archives: Memory
Into the Mystic
grief found me today through a Van Morrison song tears as I went about my chores a flood of memories dust particles dance about the room above your collection of vinyl each album packed neatly into a tower of milk crates “Blue,” “Kind of Blue,” “Lady Sings the Blues,” a small maroon Buddha keeps yourContinue reading “Into the Mystic”
a dedication
a dedication If you’re reading this Cody Graham, I’m working on it. You know, “the book,” the one you asked me to dedicate to you in our high school writing class? I’m nearing 43 years old now. Words scattered about in various journals, boxes, notes on my phone, the google drive.You can see it onContinue reading “a dedication”