The folding of Cain Coven
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven
Shady doings…
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
Donelda’s find
On the second globe in great Alpheratz’s sway, little Donelda comes to herself at the sound of trickling water. In the stream’s iridescence, something bobs, circle-twirls in the undertow of … Continue Reading Donelda’s find
Imagine that
What does it hurtto give way to imaginings,at least for a time?To close all the doors and windows,pull the drapes,and make some hot tea.To conjure some moorsand wuthering weather,hear a … Continue Reading Imagine that
When I wished upon a star
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
A second chance
Somewhere in great Andromeda’s arm, a thing’s found floating in a salient stream. The button eyes and sewn smile of a Raggedy Ann, transfixed by the burnished … Continue Reading A second chance
A theory of nonsense
Is there a ForeverWho can scope the great mindA yolk in an eggThen what is beyond the eggMonkeys and typewritersad infinitumThink your deep thoughtsand they surely will write ‘emStories of … Continue Reading A theory of nonsense
a working man
Old Man. He come every day at twilight time. I hears the bony drum, cicada’s hum. He wear raggedy clothes, canvas cap, yellowy beard. And his work he does. Cranks … Continue Reading a working man
Ancestral memory
In want of stories, and of someone to read them to me, I spoil the fun, envisioning hillsides of mossy flow, far off in a fog. An anxious kerchiefed woman … Continue Reading Ancestral memory
Even the Angels must play
Some Angels from a silent night had gathered on a day, for so it was their Lord’s delight to watch them all at play. On silky chains and silver chairs, … Continue Reading Even the Angels must play
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
Dark Angel
What was the thing I saw in the dimness of fog forest? Tall and straight and still it stood, its head bowed in supplication. Its person was that of a … Continue Reading Dark Angel
Once, in a blue moon
What happens up there on that day-faded see-through moon? (A long long sail, by any nautical standard.) No one is certain. My scholarly theory says there are silent factories dug … Continue Reading Once, in a blue moon
Oh, what I wouldn’t do
My druthers would find me in an unhurried floating a neuronic plasm- might it take a year? no matter it’s the thought that counts ‘crost an undefended border dissolved in … Continue Reading Oh, what I wouldn’t do
Nemesis
If you found me this evening time (for such it is), you would know things that have been out of your sight. The way that I put on my skin … Continue Reading Nemesis
By the sea
Clarice sees the Sea, breathes its dreams, soaks in its mists by a foggy rock. When all the world’s compasses begin to list to her true north, Clarice will speak … Continue Reading By the sea
