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I can hear the fir trees cracking and breaking in the night, their tired limbs laden with ice and the weight of a new year. I know that if I look out the window I will see needles scattered over … Continue reading
the mourning dove (for Patton)
At first light, I turn my head towards an open window and listen to the dove’s lament. I know his pain. I know his cry. He weeps in such a way that makes me wish I could answer, but only … Continue reading
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moonrise
Cicadas gather on the grapevine, a mass of wings and vibrating abdomens. Males call out to females but it is the grey squirrels who answer, chattering loudly as they feast on insect flesh. I sip cold wine and tap my … Continue reading
a haiku
sundown- moonflowers climb my trellis Copyright © 2015 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
a haiku
beneath the rowan a red kite broken Copyright © 2015 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
Beachcombing by Christopher Chaffin
Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
At high tide, the sea ejects foam and glass fishing floats. We wait for the waters to recede, tiptoe around anemones and crabs; I spot a small green globe. She says it belongs to…
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Samhain
The veil thins; I light a candle and wait for you to come home. Copyright © 2014 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
down the rabbit hole
She told me over dinner one evening that I should switch to white wine— less tannins and calories, she claimed. I smiled and shook my head, a vintage cabernet stubbornly clinging to my bleached white teeth. The next day I … Continue reading
a haiku
in the garden sunning herself a mantis, sated Copyright © 2014 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
beachcombing
At high tide, the sea ejects foam and glass fishing floats. We wait for the waters to recede, tiptoe around anemones and crabs; I spot a small green globe. She says it belongs to a Japanese goddess, her eyes plucked … Continue reading