
In the night a baby summer
rolls on to my bare back
like a sumo tiger.
All warm fur, and feel
the weight of it!
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY

In the night a baby summer
rolls on to my bare back
like a sumo tiger.
All warm fur, and feel
the weight of it!
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY

Heavenly footpaths.
At knee height
explosion of peonies.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo of Inari Shrine by jpeligen CC BY-NC-SA

Gardens of Kyoto.
Somebody taught the rocks
and combed the sand.
cover and poem by Rachel McAlpine

Your eyes are corridors
of comprehension. Old.
A bee revives, and truth is tolled.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine

Dreaming of cathedrals
you float through the cold.
Why did Sunday run away?
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine

Do you know that irrational urge
to climb a tree?
To settle in the purple wake
of day?
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine

What if your child was sad
to the bone
and you didn’t know?
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine

Watch the wagging finger
dazzle a diamante
and turn upon its owner.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine

A wandering, pondering, narrative dream
refreshes. What it means
is what it means to you.
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine

Cats crying under my balcony
remind me of cats crying
somewhere else. But sadder.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine