Lightning flickers over the Santa Lucia Mountains.Stretching past the tideline, the swollen moondances in the dark bay--I think of Li Poon the bank of the Yangtze River.Perhaps he, too, saw a woman lying bare, shiveringin the cold. c. B. L. BruceExcerpt from The Weight of Snow
More autumn months graced by frost,the flowering quince dies. I set outto walk the edge of the woods,think of all the pleasures in being alone. c. B. L. BruceFirst published by the Soundings Review PURCHASE COLLECTION Follow B. L. Bruce Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thepoesis/Twitter: https://twitter.com/the_poesis
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I listen to a lark chirrup in the reedsbeside a bay laurel,flitting--hurried and winded--above the meadow,trampled and slick with dewwhere the mule deer have bedded downin the night. Excerpt from The Weight of Snow c. B. L. Bruce BUY THE BOOK https://www.instagram.com/p/CCBgYwmDTxR/
I wake to sounds of the whales surfacingin the calm bay, stirredfrom dreams of the Dorado,the dimming of the impossible colors:indigo, mustard, viridian, crimson. c. B. L. BruceExcerpt from "Desert Moon," The Weight of Snowhttps://amzn.to/2ZR5rbd https://www.instagram.com/p/CB53-2CDKCY/
Each eveningthe shifting of wings—starlings to roost. c. B. L. Bruce https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3Ky4Ij80_/
I was struck by the magnitude of the silence. The air seemed charged with stillness. Even now, after nightfall, a deafening silence has descended. The woods turned black as pitch. I once feared the dark, and perhaps that fear hasn't quite left me. Excerpt from 28 Days of Solitude
ECLIPSE You awakened me long after midnight to watch the moon. Our heads rolled back, feeling so insignificant beneath the canvas of stars, infinite cosmos. We name the patterns together. The world seemed to still as the moon came into and then back out of shadow. The amber orb fell away from me. I crawled [...]
"A captivating and visceral portrait of the California landscape by a talented cast of poets.” - Kirkus Reviews Pleased to announce that two of my poems, "Feel" and "Tempest," were published in Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California poetry anthology from Scarlet Tanager Books. The collective contributions to this anthology come together to weave a braid of voices [...]
DESERT MOON Gibbous moon over Sea of Cortez, now black in the night. I wake to sounds of whales surfacing in the calm bay, stirred from dreams of catching the dorado, only to watch the dimming of the impossible colors: indigo, mustard, viridian, crimson. And I, haunted by my selfish guilt, wishing to undo it [...]
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