Category: poetry

wolf dream

i dreamed that wolves were chasing me

as through the woods i ran,

and when i couldn’t keep on going,

i turned to make my stand,

but now the wolves had disappeared

as far as i could see;

and standing there, i realized–

the only wolf was me!

–photos by me

Hypatia (archives)

O beautiful Hypatia

Of ancient Alexandria,

Prominent astronomer

And erudite philosopher,

They flayed your flesh

Down to your bones

With shattered shells

And sharpened stones;

The zealots thought

You blasphemed Christ,

And made you pay

An awful price.

The search for truth

Is often met

With violence

And tragic death.

–Image by A.I.

Freya Freaks Out

“The Woods Have Eyes”

We took Freya out to the woods surrounding our new place, thinking that she’d really enjoy it; the only outings she’d had before this were on a dirt road between two farmer’s fields. In fact, I was worried she’d like it too much and run off or climb a tree. Aaron set her down on a log, and with all the trees rustling overhead in the wind, she just froze in place. It was just too overwhelming for her, so we took her home. Next time, we’ll look for a more open setting.

we thought that our cat would embrace

our new home in a more wooded place,

but the rustling-leaf sky

was too much stimuli–

we could tell by the look on her face.

–Photo by Aaron

sunday thoughts

when it comes to great truths,

it is said that those who know don’t say,

and those who say don’t know;

but those who know don’t say

because they understand that there are

no words to express what they know,

not because they’re trying to

keep safe what they know.

so, should anyone tell you that

they have great truths to share,

you can be sure that they don’t.

–photo by me