The curve and camber of lofted windowlight. An epithet for the sun.
Embowered in dappledark the mushroom kin shake out their seasonings in a randy rain of spores A fallen pollen for the dusky earth Shaded with umbrellas of gills
Sweet Memory then and now As venous as a leaf As cavernous as a lonely heart
Copters of the dandelion-Maple hover and spin hover and spin! Miss the mower Allowed to flower Allowed to root Bumbles and squirrels to boot!
The wan sun on Athabasca.Her dress of snapdragon lace. A dwindling down to frost, this night.An unexpected need for gloves. Keep moving, I must.
I told you, from a distance, that I loved you, and was blackened with the earned shame of the illicit. Noses sniffed. Fingers pointed. Hands covered whispering lips. But you? … Continue Reading Hot gossip
I carry scissors just for this, you know. Straddle the lacyness. Snip snip (at the seams, mind you). What’s that, a bit of talc? Ah, but you feed me with … Continue Reading Erotique
It’s a strange thing- I know Phobos and Deimos, those named moons of Mars.
In churlish dream, ragged clouds of storm, bruised and tumorous. Have I lived enough, done enough, loved enough? Must I take the knife?
It’s a long shot, but here goes… A friend of mine, who is disabled and on a fixed income, is desperate to find safe and affordable accommodation in South-Central Ontario. … Continue Reading Someone needs help
You put on those airs Tripping the light fantastic Falling down the stairs