New York and the Scary Subway A lot of people are dubious about going underground in New York City. The noise, the shadows, the strange cinder- and uncleaned-bathroom-scented winds… the other people, whom you can see walking through–but maybe not… That romantic show back in the 80s, was it? probably gave a few dewy-eyed types …
Author Archives: Ciel
Raw: Song and Thunder
Voice of eagle,Voice of larkrising through a skywith storm clouds darkand brilliantthe silver dashing rainabout to fall… Harmonics building slowout of the mighty stones: deep thunderfrom earth’s very center groans… Bright song piercescrying angel-high; God-profundoout of abyssal silencesuddenly was always there… Duet sublimeas Life and Deathare One. May 2011
In the City
In the cityI remember green you can smelland breezes you can hear;Clean rainSilent mistsSpider webs glisteningand solitudethat stretches far and wide… In the cityI live with mostly greys,Harsh vivid colorsslicing it in pieces;The smell of industryBurning coffee beans like tar;Howling trafficPressing crowds,eye never meeting eyeand solitudea tight defense around you… In the citytime is cut …
Falling Colors
Walking in the woods of autumn firein my own autumn, wistfulheart to the colors lifts: Allthe triumph of a spring advanced victory of a summer livedthe flowers gone to fruitand fruit to seed dispersingon the errant winds that blow…All finished now, and sogreen departs the leaf and reed, the wind whips over flaring brightsand muted …
Autumn Tempest
Two poems of the wild autumn moving in on the last remnants of summer The earth does what it does and always has– Storm bellowing,Flood rushing,And the reeds bend;Trees sway and sometimesgo roots up;The waters wild sweep the landforgetting former bankserasing damsthe diligent beaver built. Storm Ponies The tempest swoops inoff the ocean where it …
Prompt: Notes on Inchland
I began writing about Inchland several years ago, never got beyond describing it. But I know it is a place full of lives and tales, and I would love to see what stories other writers could tell about this tiny world that is really just as big as ours, however small it looks to us. …
Looking to the East
It has always been a regretable thing, that American schools leave out so much of history, of our connectedness and relationships with other countries. In a few words, entire cultures are summed up and dismissed, as if they have no significance next to our own. The older I get, the more I want to know, …
Tolkien Tribute: Eru’s Gifts
In the cosmology created by Tolkien, there was first Eru, who created a great Music which manifested as the Universe. The Song included strains and themes that manifested as the Powers, and Eru made them the lords of Arda, tasked with preparing the world for Eru’s First Born.One of the Powers, however, in his eagerness …
Privilege and Waking
Sometimes I feel like I am in one of those novels like FARENHEIT 451, where I am one of those proud citizens of one of the world’s best states–suddenly having to confront the evidences that it is not. Comes the waking, the gradually realizing that in fact it is one of the ugliest, most abusive, …
We Might Have Been Friends
Who told youwho I was?Who cast the shadowof their own bitternessacross the visionof your honest eyes? Who was itthat suggestedhurting me with your disdainwas the proper thingto put mein my place? Who was it,made you feel so smallthat to feel big at alland safeyou must diminish me? Does concensusof like-persuaded viewsconvertdelusion into truth? Does being …
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