marcescence
the best gifts
(this crèche featuring the Virgin Mer-Mary & family was such a gift)
“…one might, therefore, be better off
practicing one’s art in more or less
the spirit of the poor juggler in the story
of Christmas who, having no gift to bring
to the infant god, crept into the church
in the night and faced the crèche and juggled.”
~ Robert Hass
christmas presence
. “I am your own way of looking at things,” She said. “When you allow me to live with you,
every glance at the world around you will be a sort of salvation.”
~ Wm Stafford, from When I Met the Muse
on the surface
the calm beside the storm
listening hard
just go
I could’ve kept walking… I wish I were still walking… I’ll just go…
If the flightless bird is proof of evolution, I am a woman who has walked too far without arriving.
the need for a destination is
just so much dead weight now
I’ll just keep going… emptied of knowing
© Liana, in the Cold Moon 2025
d’composition
the leaf spirals downward… wafting back up on a breeze
twirling across the distance between
the time I saw it and knew it when
as pistil and stamen
as hope…
the bud and
the stem
a sassafras growing
out of the
marsh muck
into a pen…
writing on pages
once fifty-feet tall
before the axe
and the fall
and the soil of me
that’s more fertile from everything I’ve ever been
Liana © 11/25
where to start
Look for God exactly where you lost him…
This is an inside job.
november as a flirt: a failed haiku
flashing a too-short skirt of sun
below the buttons of
a grouse-brown blouse undone
~ Liana (inspired by her least favorite month) 11/25
the Apollonius problem
Grandmother Spider solves it… offers her solution
I admire her clarity… smothered in profusion
what really is the point… tangential confusion
we know what we know… including delusion
what hill will I die on… or stay execution?
the hour of soft light... 