The New Alchemy
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and tossed Aside like fads or childish play outgrown? How can …
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and tossed Aside like fads or childish play outgrown? How can …
We mount our steeds every day, some swift, eager; some balky, locked in place. We circle each day midst a blur of faces, always hoping to grasp the elusive brass …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines …
There once was a boy who could dream a lost world and manage to reach it at times; his mind was a plaything, it swanned and it swirled in realms …
There are those who live like dark corner dwellers, night sky sojourners watching the others, wishing to join them knowing they can’t, these scared little bugs, glimpsing the world over …