frabjous
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades as borogoves reflect, build nests beside and under, where along the clifftop prominence that beats …
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Mud and Honey
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea river in her eyes but twice as brown.I hold her breadth of heart in high …
The New Alchemy
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and tossed Aside like fads or childish play outgrown? How can we ever hope now to …
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 my eye. I cannot walk …
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 cold, His magic metals shelved, …
Safe Passage
Meander with me down that winding trail, remembering the way it was before. Back then, when we set paper ships to sail, and chased their passage, safe upon the shore. Recall with me the sound …
lines written upon urra moor
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the sun-blazed lea, the heather blooming vernal at our feet. Here pagan-wild grows the mood of …
Rest
A working mother subdivides her soul, despite rewards that build her feathered nest. Demands conflict and guilt denies her rest; vacation soon becomes her blinkered goal. Some days that her employers don’t control, a daze …