fragment from a handheld device #10

withal

she turned and walked away

fast

toes pointed straight ahead

fragment from a handheld device #1

there is a flavour of air, in each September,

that tips me down a rabbithole, now

more than twenty-five years long.

i greet it like the mother one must love.

 these lines directly inspired by Karuna Chandrashekar, at her blog Hysterics and Poetics

enlarged, enveloped, and allowed to breathe at Maekitso's Cafe

astragal

open and step

certain temples have

     a low lintel

     a high threshold

one must

     look down

     bow the head

upon entering it is

a way to honour

cross now

here is an altar