axeman: good for another

he leans against a post at the corner of the stack while he takes a blow the sweat runs easy and his breath comes hard he’s been swinging to a rhythm and round after round has fallen at his feet new opened with the wood glowing pink and the pile that he’s chopped getting bigger … Continue reading axeman: good for another

axeman: await winter

I am the wood and I am the axe I am the man charged with cutting through a mountain and I hew and I chop I reduce the round by slice and by chip and by break through the rough opened up in the grain I touch the bark run my hand over splinters that … Continue reading axeman: await winter

axeman: towards completion

contemplation becomes a form of pleasure glancing from the house from his breakfast to the diminished woodpile he is able to visualise less less none nothing there are only a few steps now that remain between work still to be finished and job done as he looks out to the solid rounds that remain he … Continue reading axeman: towards completion

axeman: stacking

even the raggle-taggle unloading in the boggy soggy wet of the backyard last year was orderly the first rounds sank an inch more into the soft then round on top of round built higgledy-piggledy order up and out until there was a mountain packaged up now this job is about un-packing round after round down … Continue reading axeman: stacking

axeman: shared energy

weary he began position the round swing strike again position the round swing strike there is an invigoration an energy that communicates itself to him in reverse from the struck wood into the blade back upward through the handle into him instead of compounding his weariness retreats when the first round is split he automatically … Continue reading axeman: shared energy

axeman: the man becomes what he always was

it occurs to him he is the wood the wood of his contemplation cut now to suit this grate this hearth burns warm mellow most of the time burns hot the fury of the heart still the rage smolder no no need for smolder now he is this wood he knows the way to cut … Continue reading axeman: the man becomes what he always was

axeman: the dwindling

the pile that was a mountain that vast expanse of never-ending has been tamed devoured slice by slice to the systematic beating of the splitter transformed from the raw to the dressed and he too has been changed transformed his skills honed an ability to smite developed into the art of division round after round … Continue reading axeman: the dwindling

axeman: a way to the (wooden) heart

he studies the gnarl a mongrelled angled fiddled branch base with no level surface to sit on his block or to face the splitter he has a forty-five degree swing at best recipe for a broken leg if he only manages to strike a glance the easy thing the smart thing would be to discard … Continue reading axeman: a way to the (wooden) heart

axeman: the rotten

here see this wood will be rotten too easy to heft too light there’s nothing there white ants their job done have moved on all they’ve left behind some kind of honeycomb see how wet the log is they prefer the wood moistened but they’ll eat it dry whenever it suits them look here see … Continue reading axeman: the rotten

axeman: fiddle wish wood

wishbone wood doesn’t want to be split axe-man work for your warm wishbone wood has got a fiddleback middle good luck you splitting that axe-man good luck to you a fork in the wood is a wishbone growing like this and like that growing every way that is this and that is that axeman drive … Continue reading axeman: fiddle wish wood