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 …
Tag: William Keller
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 …
Lake Louise
The ancient house has set beyond the hill, Yet stars recall the grandeur of its reign And whisper stories when the night is still How man once stood upon the …
Beneath a Jacaranda Tree
Beneath a jacaranda tree I fell asleep and dreamed. A desert spread before my eyes Pristine, or so it seemed, Yet there an older mason kneeled Amid the drifts of …
Intangibility of Resistance
She’s naked, red and blistered; me, too. I ignore silvery flashes in my peripheral vision to scrape drops of water from my fingertips across her cracked lips before the wind …