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 …
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 cold, His magic metals shelved, …
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 glacial plain, Fingers locked and …
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 sand, And brick by brick …
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 can steal them. It’s funny; …
Butterflies
i. Autumn is green in California; I remember lying on my belly, elbows in scratchy grass, chin propped in palms, watching innumerable yellow wings turn a lonely tree to stained glass. ii. I slid into …
Embraced
Here against the face of clarity My faults attend the rush of your caress; I am the cliff before the surging sea And you the tide to which I acquiesce. What is the restless sea …
Starless
The sky above the opaque earth Where multitudes of stars once hung Entranced me with translucent mirth And I was mischief of the young. I miss those lights to which I’d sung When time was …