October 19, 2014


This place
of edges sharp
cannot pierce
something flaccid
and dull
like an overused knife
cannot slice the skin
of a ripe tomato
but stutters across the surface
causing shallow bruises

The bird sings
because it cares
nothing of grey
and maybe
it's the notes
that perforate
silent minutes
as the shallow sun

kt © 2014


October 12, 2014


It is not ghosts
rambling wooded lanes
leaves trembling in their wake
nor leer of trolls
who slobber neath creaking bridges
awaiting the unsuspecting
but the Hunter's Moon
collecting lost souls
holding them spellbound
under her telling light

kt © 2014



Wishing my Canadian family and friends a lovely holiday weekend and 
a beautiful Thanksgiving!