zinc words & images

  • To My Friend, On the Occasion of the New Year — stephcplummer

    I wrote this a few years back and though it is a bit rambling, I think it still holds. Keep trying. The end may be nigh, but you aren’t. Whether you disappear beneath the ground or into the sky- whether we return to our mother’s wombs on our weeping knees, or settle into salty oceans,…

  • I am the soil

    I sift the dirt through My fingers and make work Of root, stem, leaf Gone ginger with fall And the slow death of desiccation. I’m not sure what I search For. Whether it is the hoof Of a doe that came to me In a dream or the rapier Of a nightmare, I don’t know.…

  • Ossify

    Bones grind to high heaven like an unholy ferris wheel and I am caught, a piece of fabric, frayed and flapping against the wind. A prayer of quiet in the joints and knuckles that are white-hot with their crackling. They talk to me and speak of the limestone and dirt from which I am made,…

  • If Not for Water

    Keen, I am not. I’ve seen the white tipped Ocean waves beyond The shore. If I hold My fingers in a frame I can become close enough To taste salt and feel The water in my ears.   Remembrance places Me above the wave, holding Still while the current changes Its mind and pushes me…