Authorz: Ben Gieske

If I were now in jail I would take a hammer and nail on the wall all my mail, take my sheets and make a…

butterflies are beautiful creatures with amazing features but they fly so erratically one wonders if they’re just now learning how to fly. – July 9,…

Dreaming of an ordinary day On the Iles of Galway Which are not at all barren Especially on the one named Aran. Nothing like facing…

death one reason any season

I awoke in a stream of rays. Laid my Pregnant Survivor’s Manual on the edge of the rug,                            gave it a quick tug. At…

in the cemetery a cricket sings the last goodbye

your Spanish may not be up to match the polish of an El Cid but when you’re a rhea you need not keep track of…

on the road pictures without words mile after mile Kingfisher skimming the water splash of blue weekend plans sand castles snatched by the sea

The frog knows no regrets leaps and eats copulates and not much else Our regrets often repeat if only if only I’m sorry’s bandage over…

A newborn baby’s eyes amazes the mother’s eyes What a spider web captures all in a buzz or stealthily seep by seep from the weeping…

something about a young miss     when she is thinking         scanning the magazines carrying a store-bought purse      slung over her shoulder        her hair bundled in pony-tail…

– an invitation to speak – a meditation to think of course there are many things it could be or might be or would be…

i sigh for the mood of si- lence in solitude in silencio the softness of the feathers of the bird cupped in my hand sans…

in the spider web the last twitch

It was simply made. fold & crease, fold & crease It was quickly made from paper with such an ease. With Uncle instructing us a…

Spring – come, knock on my door                          winter I can no longer abide Spring – why do you tarry?                          winter has grown old…

You are sunshine to my face. It’s your warmth I covet most while sleeping in the grass. You are moonlight in my sleep. How I…

Spirited into outer space by a sun, a tumultuous ball of whirling gases approaching a star it could not outrun, Mother earth was snared into…

We rode the black clouds and thunder bolts with glee as the rivers were born anew frantic rain drops stampeding the gutters to flee pirating…

deep from within arises from a flaming core the fire of many suns a fluorescent jewel visible from afar burning with desire streaming outward throughout…