Autumn Twin Dwelling at the Bottom of a Lake

On most days I pass for a man but when I stand in the sun, I am sun. When I walk on the grass, I am grass. When I drink a glass of fresh water I am water. When I love, I am love. When I am angry, I am anger. And when I hope, … Continue reading Autumn Twin Dwelling at the Bottom of a Lake

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An Unsigned Letter in Your Letterbox

The Letter, Painting by Elizabeth Crabtree

I know you. You like to keep to yourself. You like silence. You read every day. When you come across a word you don’t know you look it up. You often linger at the window.You make out the shapes of clouds. You like it when the wind combs the trees. You like it when it’s … Continue reading An Unsigned Letter in Your Letterbox

She Is Wearing White

I waited patiently at the window I waited for the sun to tire itself out For the rains to pass For the clouds to scatter I waited for the sharp claw of cold To grip my little world And all this time I made the window My only work of art. I waited for her, … Continue reading She Is Wearing White