A hawk in a fence clawing the air A river surge over stone Frost bleed from a stone face An old man’s hands shake as he sought to speak An old woman rise from a wheelchair A young woman confronted with truth The rotting wheel of a wool wagon…
Month: June 2019
A Mountain’s Hold
You hold many in icy folds Old and young frozen in limb and boot; anguish, surprise locked for time Those who conquer rejoice; those who fail you keep Your stone face betrays no emotion Axe or rope will be of no use when my face darkens
Dialogue
I bastardized an historical fiction today. I adulterated the ism, the -isy, the science of retelling. Yeah, I added invented dialogue to assumed events. Events I was convinced of, Events that are unlikely, Events that have been censored. But I couldn’t resist – the book was so dull, and the evidence is so scarce, and…
out of the womb
i disconnect, hauled from the air, a sky paradise. not even justice rocks. i want change – to expand, regress. frequent her places: Byron, she says – dies in red-stained frills no detergent heals. put like that, i suck. am dense. there’s no ghost where she was – on the stairs; you…
Castles in the Sand
Touch Textures Taste Flavours Play in sand Make castles Rescue damsels But we are not in distress! Merely mortal angels weaving magic as we pass on by… Suck Favours Fuck Saviours Play in clay Make players Move pieces in the game… No longer playing!!! My hands are touching sand Making beautiful castles Touch Textures Taste…