drowsing brown forest
drunk on November flurries
yawning for winter
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Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
About Me
- Aine
- Collaborator and night owl.
Past Contests
- "Elemental" Short Fiction Contest
- "Uncovered" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silhouette" Short Fiction Contest
- "In Vino Veritas" Short Fiction Contest
- "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest
- "Running Wind" Short Fiction Contest
- "Whispers" Short Fiction Contest
- "Restless Dawn" Short Fiction Contest
- "Halo" Short Fiction Contest
- "Endless Hour" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silent Grey" Short Fiction Contest
- "Lonely Moon" Short Fiction Contest (with Anne Frasier)
- "Midnight Road" Short Fiction Contest
- "Two Lights" Short Fiction Contest
The Official Compilation!
Get the winners of the first 12 Clarity of Night contests in one place! Extras too!!
Categories
- poetry (193)
- fiction (180)
- vignette (106)
- serial (59)
- lyrics (56)
- personal (52)
- insights (33)
- thoughts (31)
- cemetery (26)
- forest (17)
- nature (16)
- remembrance (16)
- writing (16)
- humor (15)
- beer philosophers (13)
- boating (10)
- experimental (8)
- movie (7)
- music (7)
- INTP (6)
- beatitudes (6)
- Ulrich (5)
- photography (5)
- Nami (4)
- night conversations (4)
- cemetery reflections (3)
- stream of consciousness (3)
- Clarity Notice (1)
- emotion study (1)
Visitors
~clausum~
11 comments:
frost chasing
the roots run to hibernate
winter house of soil
Already! How quickly pass the days!
Whenever I see a birch, I want to peel off the entire bark. What does that say about me?!
Each of these three lines offer up so much. I'm drunk on your word choices. How excellent.
Haha, just reading this made me feel all slurred and slow. :)
Likewise I am yawning that I might sleep through the coming nude season.
Oh that is lovely. I am loving the 'yawning for Winter'. Beautiful Haiku; you.
Atrisa, beautiful words. More than a few of us feel like the roots.
Karen, yes, it was very much a November forest last weekend in the mountains.
Jasmin, but it's right there for the peeling, right?? How can one resist? :) Thank you!
Oddyoddyo13, very cool! I like walking around with the camera and just snapping up what I find there.
Walking Man, that sounds perfect.
SarahA, thanks! I like how poetry is a push to communicate in new and interesting ways.
Oh, so lovely.
I have missed this place.
~bru
i love the interesting sight this photo offers.
and yes, normally, literally and otherwise, there is winter.
... while over on this side of the planet...
humid heat rises
blue sky grows dark and heavy
summer storms brew
Oh I love/miss walking thru woods like these at just this time of yr, listening to the trees creaking/murmuring in the Nov winds.
Lovely!
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