jayivan

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

at the bottom of a well

the noon light shines bright

and anxious shadows fidget 

posted by jayivan at 12:59 pm  

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Your voice,
Humid and salty

Thumps the snare

posted by jayivan at 12:56 pm  

Saturday, April 18, 2015

hill & pond garden

last fall’s pine needles

blanket the shrine’s cold stone steps,

weeping cherries sway

posted by jayivan at 3:08 pm  

Thursday, April 9, 2015

purple crocus

dogs run through wet muddy fields
a pianos song drifts in cloudy gusts

posted by jayivan at 9:51 am  

Saturday, April 4, 2015

After the sea parted

My hands roam unbound

Before an unnamed expanse

Lost shackles imprisoning the freed eye in the illuminating magic counting sands

posted by jayivan at 12:55 pm  

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Train doors close:

the unhuddled mass awaits

the lurch

still and erect,

the last columns of a sunken city

posted by jayivan at 12:50 pm  

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