Lord Owen
Lord Owen lay in far Cathay Upon a spread of faded red With open eyes that didn’t see The smoke-clad snakes of ebony That coiled above his bed, For he …
The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always in the way. And every day at 4 AM, dad …
Suitable
I’ve hung myself in the closet. Not from a noose, but on triangular wire amongst the other me’s I need from time to time. Ah, to come home and slip …
The Wild Wind
Hear the wild wind with his musical roar sweeping the heather and kissing the moor. He sings of adventure and rattles your door, riding the hills in resplendence galore.. Inhale …
Moth
What wrecks you make, crushed with fly swatters. We see only your distress, caught bentwinged by geckos or wrens. A cat makes your final struggle a painflutter game sometimes we …