Author Archives: ktrammel
Time’s furnace swallows all our loves and holds them in an iron crucible. As the years pass what’s left is the matter of truth. If it’s gold then rejoice for the way is made. If it’s ash, then smear it … Continue reading
Why these tragic songs of love that end with sorrows everyone knows? Love answers all, even the questions one hasn’t yet learned to ask. _______________ -kt, 1/2020
The Black-eyed Susans wept into the frosty glen That winter met unvisited, untouched, untrod. The sunlight caught in a cup of lily Was drunk only by empty sky, Which smiling held forth but its cold grace. O, touch the soft … Continue reading
Beloved no fear if You break my heart a thousand times but do not abandon me in contempt because of what I have here become for in this garden every flower has its roots in dirt _____________________________________________________ -tr. Vraje Abramian, … Continue reading
She pours out the last grains of rice from a clay urn. Gently she lays the cup inside and rests the lid back in place — its faint, empty drumming. __________________ -KT, 1/27/2020; based on the film, Ip Man
One overcast day she felt sad and drove to the coast. There, six dolphins came in to play among the waves — on a single wave, six dolphins body-surfing! Leaving, she felt whole again. She knew the dolphins had come … Continue reading
I walked down to the orchard today to see what had become of the few persimmons which we had left on the tree prior to the engaging activities of the holidays. The tree was barren but for the dry and … Continue reading
The Fields by Witter Bynner Though wisdom underfoot Dies in the bloody fields, Slowly the endless root Gathers again and yields. In fields where hate has hurled Its force, where folly rots, Wisdom shall be unfurled Small as forget-me-nots.
Such gleeful delight. What a way to greet Solstice! Thank you, Gus.
This is what Venus and the Moon cooked up last Sunday (July 15) for all to see in the late evening sky. This was taken in Northern California, in the Sierra Foothills. These two have been performing a marvelous dance … Continue reading
overcast like mourning robes five white horses on a small hill tears of rain soft upon the window
I’ll be reading with Taylor Graham, El Dorado County Poet Laureate, and Michael Paul, at the El Dorado County Public Library in Georgetown. If anyone reading this happens to be in the area, come on by. It should be quite … Continue reading
Waiting on sleep, gazing up through the window at the bright cold and clear night — Orion strides in magnificent stature adorned with incandescent jewels. And there is Sirius, and over there the Pleiades, one a trumpet sound of light the … Continue reading
With a rake I spread the last embers of the bonfire like fiery butter and I stand basking, gazing down into a sky-full of red stars
Christmas lights brightly jewel the frosty fence in morning calm — a car with one lone dawn soldier passes by, leaving only drifting steam that curls slowly, lovingly, above that diadem of colored star-bright gems.
Pine cones leaning, standing, sitting buddha-like along the path — monuments to beetles, whole planets to fleas, menorah-like jewels to my own eye. I can’t get over how they wait. So quiet here in the still woods. On what secret do … Continue reading
Wind rolls through these leaves in long exhalations as Atlas labors at the wheel that turns the seasons — now from the last gleam of summer into full autumn. Leaves in maples reflect fires in the furnace that fuels this … Continue reading
The orange gourd rattles in a spectral sky Shadowed shrouds of mist from icy fields fly Heaven’s hollow dome coldly echoes a strange cry Dreams once hopeful wingless by dark stones lie. _________________ by Kevin Trammel