Author Archives: Arlan
Parasite’s Epiphany A lake is a pillar upholding the sky Deep unto deep resounding Cool serenity and cold chaos What a fearful thrill to paddle tip touch Fathom to fathom, or to test A little further courage– Mirrored in mockery, parable in parody — Shy retreat styled bold reach Finding nothing, no thing hidden; Nothing we can compass, compressed As we Read More
Migrated to new host.
Beautiful Shore Night is the terror of entaloned prey The one hunted by spirits The one stalked by shadows Night is the peace of the lake ever still Not hurried by any earth curse Not labored by any far shore Night is the echo of unanswered silence The sound of a breaking promise The sound of a departing hope Night Read More
Restless Into That Night
He knew better, as he always did – he knew there were better tools to use and better materials, and better methods. My dad made that bunkbed with a circular saw and a chisel because that’s what he had. He used the saw to cut many close slits and then cleaned out a wide mortice with the chisel, but he Read More