The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking wisdom into wasteland. From out of desert comes one who …
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Dust of Days
At times I pause to turn a backward glance Though doing so illuminates the lie; I long to see once more the mustang prance Yet sorrow fogs the desert to …
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 charms we kept Mere trinkets now. The blacksmith’s forge grew …
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 wild careen while thunderous bellows announced every bounce. Reckless navigation …
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 stance. I hear your voice in the whispering winds of …