Orion’s Star
I’ve chased a comet through magenta skies, delighting in its citrus-flaming course. No hill would hamper where it went or when; horizons mattered little on its flight. As free as Pegasus and equal class, it …
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Ghostly Homestead
Five withered skeletons survive to tell a luckless tale of what was in its day a ranch – a stable, bunkhouse, loo and well, a livestock barn with cockloft full of hay. Abandoned now, and …
Sky Spirits
Although I am, I do not feel alone. I’ve climbed the trail to greet my welkin gods and leave them tokens on the altar stone: catalpa seeds inside a fresh, green pod, a tender root …
Hippie Jo
I’d often go and see Joanne, she was no square, no cube, no loaf, altho she’d smoke a joint each now and then. “Arthritic pain” she told me confidentially; why should I not believe her? …
My Magic Moment
Out of my still surroundings, out of an unfathomed ground: an inexplicable clowning, a long-forgotten sound. From Heaven’s gate on angel wings, a clarinet, then honeyed strings begin one magic moment. There’s no-one around …
Der Lindenbaum
Beneath the linden’s stalwart branches, by the fountain-well and gate I’d lie back and loaf for hours; daydreams knew no rein or wait. Witness to a young lad’s ardor, names and words of love survive, …
Rübezahl (Part 1)
I am Rübezahl, you know me, king of gnomes and king of elfin. Purple mountains are my homeland, dark green forests, valleys, rivers, lace-blue skies with larks and thrushes – here it is, my greatest …
Komorkis
Komorkis wakes and moves across the land, ensnaring shadows left in fields and streams. Another day is running out of sand. She gathers laggard amethyst light beams and casts a dark blue tasseled blanket …