Illusion hillssmoke signals further visionblanket memory, summer-warmconsciousness dreaminga boulder for a pillowbattling angelsto climb ladderseverything leaves a marklow-rounded, still-sacredsome of those illusionscarry ancient namessome of them carrythe bones of the sky I love how mountains fade into the distance, how it hardly seems real. This poem is the second one I wrote for the polaroidContinue reading “Smokies, 2”
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Can you hear the tales mountains tell?
Listen!In that smoky breaththere are a host of storieswritten in spirit lettersthat masquerade as cloudold stories like old ghostsdrawn up from the root of the world The tales are seeds nowtossed up with creative energyfrom moldy fern on weathered floorto the wind that still blows as itblew long ago when these roundedfurry hills were loftyContinue reading “Can you hear the tales mountains tell?”
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