Author Archives: PJ Two Ravens

Cricket song slowsIn autumn,Becomes a little less loud,Less synchronous,Sounding tiredNot quite a choirAnymore. Plants stiffen, dry, retractFrom full bloomTo single stems and seed.The wind in branched leavessound differentIn the cooler air,Somehow sharperWithout the same warmth and humidSong of sap and syrup. Yet nights have a dampnessThat chills the skin,Long for blankets, andDust off long sleeves.Continue reading “Slow song”

Alone and dyingThe story I must have beenmeant to play. Sitting and watching the worldOn fire amongst the charcoal,My sole embers fleeting butSavored as beautiful. Remember strength in yourselfEnough just to stand and move.Burn the low brushFor the trees above.Feed what fires areNeeded. Have hearth. Care also to yield spaceFor young trees to makeThe forestContinue reading “War Moaning Country”

Kettles and kames and glacial stones,Among tree roots, twisted vines and moss,Odd berries and feather finds,Rusty nails in tree knotsSoft footsteps in 3s on earthen path,For I am no longer surely steady.Each step still yet a prayer.While reading the path like a book:There a deer rub or hoofprint,Plotting tree falls and causes,Forest cycles,Past paths ofContinue reading “My Walk Today”

Diamonds are valued by their structureAnd hardness.Measured againsthow easilysomething is scratched. Are Earth’s creaturesScratched by life itselfto be measured as hard,Or at least how resilient,Against obstaclesOr obstruction?See what friction toleratesAnd transforms,How substance meetsOr does not meetAnother set of molecules…Particle to particle,Charges deployedOr not,And what energyIs sharedOr, spells spoken or not,Magic has changed. Is that theContinue reading “Moh’s Scale”

I will forget the way to your houseAnd what you wore on our first datePictures in my head of you fadingFaces cradled and loved onceTo heart’s memoryNow too blurred to see. There was that first time I kissed youOver a sea of other bodiesAnd my heart was done Smoking in the stairwell,And riding elevators,Whispered wishesContinue reading “Notes to Past Lovers”

Somewhere someone has a picture of me,Throwing a football in the sun,Wearing only a handmade loinclothAnd mirrored sunglasses. People would find me,Because of my boots or leather,Build images of meTrue or not,Some to aspire to. I made a horse head prayer stick,Hand carved, from a branch downed by lightning.I exchanged it for a handmade knifeContinue reading “Trails Taken”

Vectors and rays,Points and planes,Alternate universalsin parallel,And the present NowOf simply being.Ethics of electronic consciousness,Fractions and wholes,And artificial intelligence.Augmented reality. Roots and vines grow,Moss and forest cycles.The waterfalls of thawAnd “time” makeAncient mountains,Molten cores of stars and planets,All the things we don’t understand,Energies and physicsMatter, anti-matter, dark matter,Parts and particles. Sometimes ends to means,Meaning ofContinue reading “List of the Sacred”

I’ve always had words,Insight into description,A broadly painted imagination.I forget that not everyoneFollows the way I think.Why things are related,Or why I’m slow and succinctIn conversation.Too much air to sayMore than once. I don’t know what IWill do without words,Not having quite the sameaim to explain what is there.Will there be any placeTo gather itContinue reading “Afterlife, upon my dying”

The lady told me about being born with a veil over her eyes. The midwife had told her mother she would be able to see things that other people couldn’t. She said odd things, provocative things, strong opinions that were closer to true than were comfortable. She always had a smile and a wink. ThereContinue reading “Seers and Sayers”

Dead bugs in whirlwindsA sound of dread and droneWith plagues of fire bees,There was the biggest dropOf sweetest honeyAmong times of bare pocketsAnd no names.Maybe we’d met before.We were familiar.Hands in the dark,Mumbling to each other in dreams.Seeking family and protection,Love and comfort,A reason to share a meal.Minding the line betweenQuiet waters and woodsAnd busyContinue reading “Broke Daddy and Spent Boy”