My Kitchen

July 13, 2022July 13, 2022 / animar64 / Leave a comment

RDP Friday: IMP

Shadow, 1954
Boris Petrovich Sveshnikov ( 1928 – 1998 )

In my kitchen

under the floor

down in the basement with the treacherous stairs

A little face always scuttles away when it sees a light.

Sometimes it smiles

and sometimes it laughs

sometimes it sings

and gives me a fright

My Grandma named it Tippy

her Mother named it Sham

one night my Mother stomped on the floor

and named it’ Give Me Back My Hand’.

There is a little imp

that lives all alone downstairs

at least I think it’s alone, I prey it’s alone

It better hope for it’s sake it is.

Sea of Trees

April 18, 2022April 19, 2022 / animar64 / Leave a comment

RDP Monday: PITCH

Sea of Trees

It has been estimated that every year 100 corpses are found in the ” Sea of Trees ” in Japan and that about a half mile into the forest traces of human life like debris left behind by hikers begin to disappear- in fact at that point the hikers- some of who had every intention of coming back out disappear too.

It because the forest is so dense.

But my mind always goes to the trees themselves- maybe it goes there so that I won’t spend a lot of time thinking about what goes on under them or from their branches.

My mind goes to damaged trees- trees damaged through acts of nature or human carelessness.

I remember learning that when a tree is injured it will bleed pitch to close up it’s wounds and I have to wonder-are the trunks of the trees Aokigahara as smooth as glass

do they feel like any tree in any forest where people do not go to give up the ghost.