The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking …
Tag: change
Dust of Days
At times I pause to turn a backward glance Though doing so illuminates the lie; I long to see once …
Of Marigolds and Moons in the Virgin’s House
The ancient gods were silenced while they slept Beneath the earth by sorceries as old As standing stones; the sacred …
In the Shadow of Jupiter’s Ghost
I was once a ring, shining and smooth, and I rolled like lightning in the night casting Zeusian sparks in …
Autumn is You Now
Autumn is you now; golden-brown leaves in trees have taken the shape of your hair, and wiry, worn trunks; your …
Inglorious Morning
My morning broke in coloring inglorious, no tempting taste of glistened dew, no chirp or first-light hue. The spider’s web …
The Tracks of My Years
I feel like a crosstie beneath rusted rail, awaiting a weight that will never return. The years that I prospered …
Land Remains
It is still there, that tangled tannin creek, coursing its lazy drift northward through rushes of wind-whipped cattails and pink …