Night Mare
A sudden start: I’m on a moonlit plain, up to my waist in gently swaying grass. The air is warm …
Category: . Mystical
Sahara Night
It’s thousands of years since the pyramids rose, capped with white marble to make the nights glow. Now silent and …
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.
Tassels of Eternity
Poets were asked to sit with this quote and write whatever it brought to mind. Three of the outstanding responses …
Liminal Space of Dawn
We watch the fading back of darkness edge / sway and feel the shrinking chill on flesh /which lies-or is it mouths?- in cooling air; / averse to moving from our rumpled bed.
Pietra Dura
Here is the closed blue eyelid of time you touch to make sure, to see. Through a flat window of …
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[An Enigmatic Loneliness]
An enigmatic loneliness Has nestled on my porch— A mottle-feathered camouflage Against his stony berth. At first, I thought ‘twas …
Life Could Be a Dream
I saw before me hordes of players of an ancient game, The rules of which I could not fathom, no …