Author: windstrewn
Average Dude. Sometimes, I Write.
morton’s fork
Roads that’ve splayed my way
lake ransom
Lake Ransom
promise: a community interaction
If you’re intrigued, your time within this post may require some effort.
climb
Are clouds good for skipping stones? I’d like to know…
glinting bastion
Your salted instance, a glinting bastion.
ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
reynolds-tin
It starved me then. So I ate from it twice.
from unstaffed silence
To hold a naked note at your trembling waist…
prairie fire
Maybe you’ve never seen a man lose his hope in the smoke…
unspoken for
Let me be…more than that bitter-root wine.
on jovian clouds
New music!
color the cow
Maybe it doesn’t matter if you do right.
gossamer in the crown
Leave me to live on your ceiling and, between us, well enough alone.
barely there
Happiness, I swear…
crackerjackin’
More music…
why we were on the bus
To what sunset should I sweat-lay the rail?
three girls: jazzy lou
Jazzy Lou would be a song
the gulls would sing…
dolor cordis
It rhymes its rack-and-ruin rise to the hope in my glacé eyes.
lens on a recluse
Strange does fit the recluse, dresses up a bit the riddle of it.
alms for an almanac
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
the poet: a community interaction
Read me with a genuine desire to see me.
mount melanchol
My heart has become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
sushecrets of a sensei
Sushi me again…
cloven clover
Show me the stone that sings your melody…
dublemma
Originally posted on WINDSTREWN:
I’m neither young nor old, but I feel like both. We always seem at war with…
that’s gonna leave a mark
It was a rickety rack and a rook at risk, all chess to be checkmated, I swear.
sandbox souvenirs
Originally posted on WINDSTREWN:
In myriad ways, now and since, I’m less a formidable force than then, When I was…
throwback: 2007: the dream of words
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
tiza (excerpt)
The children…called him “Tristeza del Padre.”
tetelestai
Tetelestai
equum spem
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
throwback: 1998: the music box
The cloth of music is sewn as the spiny drum spins its wonder-thread.
throwback: 1991: stowaway
Swing your smile on my heart like children play
