Ale 81 Inn will be closing down shop on WordPress. We will resurface somewhere at some future date. We have found that the new “tools” have rendered this site worthless to us. It’s been fun, but we’re looking for something better.
I do not care for the new block editor
After the rapids
Cold and in pain
weary of travel
Past the rapids now
into broad and placid waters
still deep currents run beneath
You are adrift
carried at mercy
to where jagged rocks await
Can see the impact coming
Dreadful consequence
and fallout
Can not save you
though we see the bottom
Can only call out
but you won’t hear
Can not save you
it’s not my ship to steer
The Pyre
Gone to lie down in the wild heath
atop the glacial ridge
Above the jagged scar left
from the ancient
Brown-green waters fill her void
Stones crawl through history
to lay their fingers across the flowing strings
The sweet song of stones
rise from the waters
to soar with the circling buzzards
They bring water and air to the earth
Now only fire to complete the cycle
Lupine
The destroyer performs his role
absent judgement or morals
Gleefully shredding your fragile parchments
those mortal remains of your fantasies
The wolf in him no longer cowers
Sprays his mark upon your temples
as he exits from back alleyways
Ever back to the forest
eschewing your piercing lights
Better seen as twinkling dots
embedded in distant hillsides
Always known
never to belong
