A Shoot Out of the Ground

The earth around like hardened clay, Slabs of sun-baked flatness, Cracked with fissure lines of age all wrinkled up in heat. Nothing grows in desert air nothing young, or green or fair. – The floods once came and surged the flats you should have seen the waters— bearing all in whackish rush soaking in the […]

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The Visitor

Love stood knocking at the door and when I offered silence he waited, patient, on the stoop and called my name. – Each sally I would feign to make to leave the door and quiet the tiny blurt of conscience-prod— I saw he watched the frame. – I turned from him to read the world […]

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Varin’s Seat

Have you heard of Varin’s seat, have you heard the music bare, have you heard the salt spray songs that steel your soul in life-ish dare? – It comes on swells from Over-yon it comes in dales of aqua wave it comes all tinged in bronzish flame— the fire-gift the sky last gave. – Let […]

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Under His Wings

Why do you shiver— in cold and in rain? And why do you quiver, small strength, under pain? Why do you wander, bare-souled, through the lies? And why do you saunter where dark arrows fly? Why do you shudder at voices behind? And why do you mutter alone in your mind? Give heed to the […]

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The Kavalcade

Pounding up the dusty trail wending wide o’er field and fen through dark shadow, over vale and past the realm of mortal men. Rides on high the Kavalcade the steed of desperate wild light the flash in sun-glare’s gleaming raid that whisks like shivers in the night. It gleams like shining, liquid air but wears […]

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Happy Little Raindrops

It was a soggy, foggy day, but the raindrops were in play. They lent their laughter to the gray and dropped like silver on their way. They turned the dirt to chocolate milk; the road beneath them shined like silk. They stayed awhile and sang to me as they journeyed home to sea.

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Dying Warrior

I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground  and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]

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