The Moya View

Tag: earth

  • Earth


    In May, he planted potatoes. He drew the furrows with a five teeth rake; filled in the holes, the long patches with ash mixed with sprouts; buried them deep one by one until the clean wore off his gloves and the ash covered them gray; until they absorbed the insipid, musty smell of earth and…

  • Beyond the Dying Cloud

    Beyond the Dying Cloud

    When a cloud dies doves and eagles dip their wings in mournful ‘memberance.   When the sky dies it rots black in despairing soot of ash and pain.   When the moon dies it’s mourned by the elliptical kisses of the planets beyond.   When a planet dies the universe gently cradles it and lullaby’s…