Saturday, March 24, 2018


Friday, March 23, 2018

Ruins of Leisure-time

Thursday, March 22, 2018


I am soft.

I see remains,
Out in the woods,
On the forest floor,
In the cathedral of trees;
My first thought is not,
Of my own mortality -
I react with pain,
With moistened eye,
With a trapped breath;
Feeling too much:
Did she die alone?
Did he die in fear and pain?
Are there pups, kittens,
Babies left alone; to die?
Are they frightened and hungry?

I am hard.

Lord, help me -
I do not feel so,
For the living...

~ Tiwago

(photography by tiwago)

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Oak Leaves Steeping

Oak Leaves Steeping No. 3

one by one, over 
the long winter, 
Oak surrendered 
its leaves to brew
an unsavory tea

~ tiwago

For a color version, click HERE.

(photography by tiwago)

Saturday, March 17, 2018


i cling to the branch of life;
family and friends have started
to pass onward before me, but
dry-husked, wrinkled, i abide...
they say that the sugars of life
become concentrated and fermented
- unintended blessings of decay

~ tiwago

(photography by tiwago)