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Prehistoric

Prehistoric
That ancient nomenclature
welling up from the oldest hearts
to pool and puddle
into the dripping
past
gathered together in a quivering
huddle
they watch, fixated
as firelight reveals dust covered fingers
tracing the ochre outlines of men
and of great beasts
running, leaping
upon the stone surface
of a smoky cave
until the night one shaggy figure
croaked “Aladlammu!”
and suddenly
gods peered down
from their seats
among the many stars
and made the people tremble.
© Erik Hansen 2020
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4-30-19

4-30-19

Endings are endings

final

finite

but only in this world

this realm

there are others we can visit

as we leave this one

of this I am sure

because I believe

in the unbelievable

and cast aside all fear

to pursue

the incomparable

adventure.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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4-16-19

4-16-19

Crows call from the woods

inside their church of forest,

pine tree sacristy.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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4-15-19

4/15/19

Rain taps the flashing

upon the back porch window

subtle spring music.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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4-7-19

4/7/19

The scent of fresh turned soil

decomposing leaves

markers of spring

points the clouds

to warmer days

lying on your back

on some sun warmed hillside

without a care in the world.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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4-4-19

4/4/19

Cold spring wind reminds

you should have worn a hat

it blows winters’ detritus

from the new blooms

that have mustered the courage

to rise up.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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Half Life

Half Life

These parched wastes dry slowly

this wasteland’s orange sky

births fallout

its ash dusts the sands

with poison snow

that feed lakes of mercury

thirsty

for the isotope laden rain

scratch me a symbol

upon a cinder block

that makes up this

broken, leaning half-wall

this half-life

we half-struggle through

rust caked, shambling

dreaming monochromatic dreams.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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4/1/19 Haiku

Frogs call from the swamp,

a hawk soars high in the sky,

crocus break the soil.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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“Rogue” Teaser

Here’s a teaser from a short story I’m currently working on titled, “Rogue”

“The onshore breeze slipped around the water logged boles and through the exposed roots of the mangroves bringing with it the scents from the mudflats; rotting seaweed, brackish water and dead fish. Sweat caused his shirt to stick to his back just under his shoulder blades as he readjusted his rifle sling and peered into the dark latticework of the jungle ahead.

Somewhere within the primordial depths of these swamps and glades lurked the four hundred pound, silent killer of men that Jonathan had come to track down. He knew the beast would test all of his skills, all of his bushcraft and knowledge of jungle lore besides presenting him with the personal, physical trial these things always distilled down to every time he undertook them. Any mistakes meant death and he counted on his prey being the first to commit one in the days and maybe weeks to follow.

A gang of rhesus macaque hooted and scolded him from the safety of the tree tops, their antics serving to refocus his attention to the present task at hand.

He noted the direction in which the pug marks lead and, moving off to the side a few yards so as not to spoil the tracks, Jonathan slipped into the jungle after them.”

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Forest

I went into the woods

to count the countless trees,

where three hundred years

is young,

found they indeed have a number

the ancient mossy stumps of giants

felled long ago

host seedlings that may never

grow

to the heights of their ancestors

while the wind through the pine boughs

are whispered legends, myths in Mi’kmaq

quietly told to others who will never understand.

© Erik Hansen 2018

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