Merak Magazine

Sungazing

I lay down on a sun warmed patch of grass upon a hill, And looking up to cloud-flecked blue, it seemed that time stood still. The radiating warmth had wrapped my form in breezeless air, My eyes closed quite unconsciously,…

Choosing

To trade these hands For a house in the forest, landed On a hill above any risk of flood, but near A flowing stream,   To tear off the shingles For an open view, converse with hawks, Whisk out the…