Purple Voices Whispering
The wild violets
bloomed like tuning forks.
Their shimmer
slowed the day,
pulling at time’s hem
as if desiring
nothing more
than a fuller skirt
for the occasion.
It was the sort of...
Amethyst Dreams
He leans on the bar
in the pose of the Thinker
lost in a reverie of Bourbon,
odd bits of foolscap
scattered about, coasters
for peanut shells,
and the odder...
Grendel’s Mother
GRENDEL'S MOTHER CONSIDERS THE GIRAFFES
Nobody knows how you do it.have mewls and croaks and roars.you have your vast silencestares and ways scientists cannot uncover.all...
Shadows Sonance
The sobbing wail
of a baby …
Or perhaps the cries
of a queen in heat
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The deep song
of some night bird
too-wee, too-wee, too-wee-wee-wee
Or the warning...
to understand a thing
to understand a thing
you must tend toward it
cup it in both hands
and smudge ink across the idea of it
your neophyte observations will be
textured rough...
