Earnestly
Remember how to sing. If not, to hum, or whistle a waltz. Understand the beast, and restrain it with a stumbling spot dance. Think of your goodness, and not of … Continue Reading Earnestly
And darkness was upon the face of the deep
Lit the lights in the empty black. Spun off gaseous globes, quick travelers caught in the slow sway of their mothers. Some boil down with seeded airs. A witching’s then … Continue Reading And darkness was upon the face of the deep
A pause for thought
The slant of the sun. The moss-green mechanic with his fat cigar, chuffing like a chimney. The little kid threesome on the gravel shoulder, fist-pumping the diesel driver. and the … Continue Reading A pause for thought
A killing
What’s lent is a conjured greenfield. A tree spreads, knows the horizon. I will feed on atmosphere aquamarine and minty clouds. Give a cry at tempting scenes of primal histories, … Continue Reading A killing
witch in the woods
Originally posted on Within A Forest Dark:
Mike Kniec, To Grandmother’s House We Go, flickr I went to a small liberal arts college in North Carolina. Often I took a…
Fugue
I remember an obsession.I built it myselffrom wishes to horses.Conceived in a hug and a blush,quickened by preening pirouettes,it seeded the fugue of my madnessand crashed in ignoble blackness.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (We … Continue Reading Fugue
YYZ
Hey.. What’s in that bag you drag? I have a box of my own. It’s well known to me. So, what do you think is fair? Rock, paper, scissors, the … Continue Reading YYZ
I done something
It doesn’t look much like you see in the movies. Well, depending on how long you leave it sit, it changes colour and gets a little syrupy. Marge put in … Continue Reading I done something
Shell game
The savor of a morning’s dream, exhaled in a muscled yawn. And the thing resurfaces, still unresolved. And I am back to juggling, left-handed, with only one guess at a … Continue Reading Shell game
The way we are
If I tried to dream you out of whole cloth, what a disservice it would be. We speak in print, with proper letters and cadence. There’s ample time to consider … Continue Reading The way we are
Smug as a bug
They haven’t turned up the heat yet, or held my feet to the fire. So, still I stay smugly detached from nervous bristlings meant to alarm. And time I have … Continue Reading Smug as a bug
A grave matter
When I’ve left this locking body, sack me in a shawl. Don’t let this cat out of the bag. Roll me over in the clover, sling me slowly into the … Continue Reading A grave matter
Happy days are here again
Suppose you could take me with you. Into this, your shiny time of smiling at the sun, of feeling the quickening of love’s stirrings. Of planning without the thought of … Continue Reading Happy days are here again
Prism
It’s curious. In this incestuous head, bone is squeezing too tightly. Turned one way, what’s real is swirled. Degrees aft or starboard, things will gel, but sound is suddenly smothered. … Continue Reading Prism
fetish
The watching of bobby socks on feet with a popcorn smell. A shy face with downcast eyes and freckles. If I can coax her smile, chiclet teeth. Fine and white, … Continue Reading fetish
Unclean
I dreamt of dirt. Of its sloughing off under the tap. But oh, the horror of the pores that extruded anew a brackish paste, a troubling stew. And here I … Continue Reading Unclean
