Tag Archives: John Swain

Corn Song

Scarecrow flapping in the dead corn as the axehead separates the wood’s heart for the open stove. Blue-grey and hazel your chapel eyes brighten this winter night buried under a dusting of calm snow. The wind fills the distances with … Continue reading

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Chapel Wreckage

In a resonance the moon bled shadows of the maple on the doors of chapel wreckage. The pews floated like boats in rainwater. I touched moths in the frames of broken windows. The path led back to the cabin I … Continue reading

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Fire Once Lived

I slipped behind the outcropping like a black door. The cavern moved in the dark shape of whales diving to grave or birth. In the entrance like a familiar bed I lay where a fire once lived, still each taken … Continue reading

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