For the first time in a long time, friends gatherto visit the ruins of Wolf House, the mansionthat Jack London built. It burned downdays before he could move in, and now risesfrom the forest as a grove of broken stone. Afterward, the group strolls to London’s cottage,where he wrote ten novels. The tree branches thunderin the wind, requiring loud talk for normal … [Read more...] about Reunion, By: Karl Kadie
Hunger Dance, By: Karl Kadie
Why not give it to me now,my death certificate? Why waituntil my heart is silenced,until my body tumblesover the cliff of consciousness? Wait, don’t leave.I haven’t eaten in days.bed-bound,My son and daughterused to bring me food.Stop, I told them.You’re pulling breadfrom your childrens’ mouths. It’s nighttime, my best time.The moon is fulland the stars dancein … [Read more...] about Hunger Dance, By: Karl Kadie
At The Portland Japanese Garden, By: Karl Kadie
A tragic week of family and fortunepersuades meto leave trouble’s sword at the garden gate.I descend carefullydown the small, steep, stone stepsthat moor the creek to the hillside,sheltered by green, vine maples,engulfed in stream songsand a fluttering mist of light.The fragrance of graceis so overpoweringthat I forget the dark historiesthat typically bully meinto sealing the … [Read more...] about At The Portland Japanese Garden, By: Karl Kadie