This is a proverb from some far-away land where the Peter principle does not apply, and only the least competent are entrusted with the most important jobs.
Category: forest
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
Mountains so long and low
we forget after a while that they aren’t the horizon, that their trees don’t go on forever, that the sky is wider than we can know.
lost in the woods
the only trail signs
are in Bear
winter wonderland
the dog digs up a pile
of frozen guts
thirsty dog
the pond’s ice creaks
under her weight
mountain road
the forest within a forest
of porcupine quills
ancestral masks
the eyes go back
to being shadows
I dreamed the angel of death was a bland functionary
who kept giving me forms to fill out.
In a dream, I extricate myself from your embrace
to rescue children drowning in a river. One of them has already grown fins and a tail.
I dream I’m possessed by a demon who gives me seizures.
No pain, no gain, he makes me hiss through a throat stretched thin as a telephone line.
it’s not winter
it’s white springtime
#fakenews
