Ink Tea Stone Leaf

A place to get the words out


poetry

  • From the Files of the Canard Hearsay

    The Ancient StageHis mark has faded from the Earth’s account of history, of memory he sangon ancient stages, wood the worse for wear but polished clean, his mark has fadedfrom the memory of generations.The hills that held an ancient stage subsided in the storm, the banners ran like gullsacross the ragged waves, a rustic song… Continue reading

  • Bonnie and Sherbert, Forever

    My precious little ones, you flew – further than you knew you couldand more than you could ever know,much more than any one could knowwho never held you in their hands.Best of all, you flew together -now at last, together you may restand watch the sun with one another,side by side, in love secure,forever reaching… Continue reading