She was an artist I really loved her works, Susan Seddon Boulet. I wrote this poem, and later I saw something of hers that reminded me of my words, it was named “Playing With the North Wind.” Look up her works, they are absolutely exquisite with a wonderful depth, breadth and beauty that combines Native […]
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Poem: Event Horizon
Event Horizon by Red Haircrow The convergence of spheres, heartbeat millisecond of sound light bright all around the curve, the deep curve of infinite darkness at the center field of view. Floating neither backwards nor ahead, swimming in the chill of space, time slowed to a single draw of breath, last in a series. Star […]
Garden Song, a poem by Red Haircrow
Garden Song It is the rain of basil and green scent flowing between the plants of tomato, the vine of cucumbers winding path among the roots where the herbs combine. In the darkness of the earth touched by the light of the sun, reflecting from the sky, the water comes rising up and raining down […]
Poem: Wanderlust and Old Love
Wanderlust and Old Love It was just time for it and the feet had their way so I did it without a thought, and with a thousand new thoughts wandered away. I walked away just like that and I returned again walking, stopping just beside you at sunset. You didn’t move or even look my […]
Poem: The Birdman
A rocky beach, County Antrim by Kenneth Allen. (No changes were made to the image.) The Birdman Sea spray wets his lips where he plays in the coves at the base of the cliffs, curls his hair to a darker hue as he spills pale green stones from inattentive hands to lay in shallow pools, […]
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