Spirits of the Bog
Beneath the twilight’s reddened glow
where silvered waters softly flow,
the maples flame against the reeds
and bullfrogs leap and hide in weeds.
Category: Legend
Soul Fires
The god of thunder pierced the clouds with his electric riff. Prometheus though chained, unbowed, saw lightning strike the cliff …
All in the Same Boat
You’re late! Forgive me, just a little joke I use to put my passengers at ease. Or otherwise some newly …
Star-crossed
You used to read out our horoscopes over lazy breakfasts with the Sunday rags. We’d giggle at “romance in unexpected …
The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
leyenda de los volcanes
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …
The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one …