Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Anna the Prophetess the lime kilns are empty now, yet the mass remains, the wonder at the shape. spring came. each road a picture, slowly staring, came painting, visual overload resulting. then to explain birds, that need none, drawing lines, Continue reading Anna the Prophetess by Sonja Benskin Mesher
child how small. how white the child, skin rinsed with tears. salt in the wind. Sonja Benskin Mesher about Sonja Benskin Mesher. I am a painter who writes, a writer that paints, a drawer on life, and landscape. … Watch Continue reading Child by Sonja Benskin Mesher
valley of the widow grey day, rain. squeaky bath taps. this is the valley of the widow. this is the day. writing the wall, trees stand tall. yellow flags, the route, to another place know these things. life will bring. Continue reading Valley Of The Widow by Sonja Benskin Mesher
anna don’t know how to write of you, no faith. you are another country, an others’ world, away. daily, each one a son, a daughter, creation does not place one above the other. speak those Continue reading Anna by Sonja Benskin Mesher
reading for anna carrying the book, gently, i find that jesus is off the wall again. breeze from the doors blows him and cobwebbed minds away, as i write the small book, on black keys of words. gentle here this Continue reading Reading For Anna by Sonja Benskin Mesher
I am not anna i sought the quiet places, carved spaces, to find dark angel there i found them all, saints, no faces, angels, broken, worn, and the splendidity of altar traces. i sat an hour looking at the tree, Continue reading I Am Not Anna by Sonja Benskin Mesher
notes on anna back to the cathedral where the book says it is all for nothing anyway talk about giving hope away. a spiritual reduction, a sad deduction from some who should know better. Sonja Benskin Mesher about Sonja Benskin Continue reading Notes On Anna by Sonja Benskin Mesher
more notes i limped. into the cathedral. my life will be sorted, if i bought the book @ £1.99, said suffering is good. i looked at the boys, looked at the floor, read ecclesiastes, we are as dust, and limped Continue reading More Notes by Sonja Benskin Mesher
gentle gently go forward, then gently back recreating past deeds and misdemenours you thought forgotten. gently go forward knowing we are mostly all the same, with motes not spoken of, except disorder. gently it passed behind you, seen clearly while Continue reading Gentle by Sonja Benskin Mesher
one thought torn paper may be fish. important work or less. crumpled, memory of silk. to place in reverence or start the fire. i have learned not to believe all i think. Sonja Benskin Mesher about Sonja Benskin Mesher. I Continue reading One Thought by Sonja Benskin Mesher