Tuesday, November 8, 2022

The Little Red Boat in the Great Big Sea

Slipping through a grid 

  like water down the drain

beneath . ..
towards secret parts
down through
arched braces, like shoulders holding up the earth above.
where orange light fades to barely glowing embers
cold rocks
and black coal
 where souls rest
like cold seeds.
Uncharted and tiny spaced 
where caverns twist in jagged
narrowing spaces.
Unreachable and unknowable. 
That unfamiliar place meant for suffering.
Hell on earth... or below it. 
This is the place where mothers mourn 
and dreams are buried.
This is the place unspoken
because it is only known by it's residence.
Tonight this is where I dwell.


Monday, October 18, 2021