Author Archives: stillwhistler

sudden sunburst and bubbles light and symphony of sheep being called in, fed, gathered, we hid- in the pool of the sunken pond hoping for concealment, at the end of the pond that holds old skulls comforting now like the … Continue reading →

finally hidden, feel so exposed in this muckend of a stream huddled near the edge of a field, one white clean vertebrae on the grass then own to the orange silt water humping out of ground, deeper more full and … Continue reading →

and what is under our feet and for each of us its two skulls have surfaced where our feet treads I hear live lambs explore with their voices, comes trembling over curious upright squeaking seeking these sunken bones contain their … Continue reading →

the first time I was here I had a broken big toe and I sat in rain while C explored, today a fresh light day we returned – I am in literature, the borrowers, toad, little men, as well as … Continue reading →

the skin beside my thumbnail bleeds red, as I stand over the dead lamb, caught running, laid down in stream, legs downstream, lying pooled and held, frozen to the running life as it does not live a cycle starts again … Continue reading →

foam bones snow melt bubble rush swirl delicately whirlpool slow change ribs, pelvis,teeth, ribs all linger and slide around in white bubbles, spongy too just like the real thing eyed and molared floating ribs are just that all with the … Continue reading →

cloudy up edging, bunked ,piled leaves, mud, bone sticks shifting earth, mulch pooling, pottering filling, spading, stick hair, melt fork, layerdown, its almost as if the insides of trees have been to a sawmill all this chumped up tree, sawdust … Continue reading →