Poem in a forest.

My heart is a hard dark seed hidden within the pattern

And the trees are vast 

There are so many...

Count them as you stand in the middle 

And they feel like forever

Giants

But the life of poems is filled to the brim with blaze and beauty 

Only the mountains know how quickly it all burns

They see everything and remain 

When all is gone they might remember 

My green forest will be as black dust 

Bared to the great many toothed maw of the sky

Chilled by clouds of cold and greedy starlight 

And I ... broken open, might be lifted by your breath.




e.e.c.

Maple Leaves and Rainbows

I did some drawings on Canada day this past year (2012) and it happened to also be Gay Pride weekend. Therefore, naturally, maple leaves and rainbows were the order of the day. Have a look (if you can) at the titles below. They tell a story. :)