This April, Spring’s familiar scents— Easter lilies, fresh mown fields, Mulch, warm rain on blacktop roads— Rise again from their winter sleep Stirring the lovely forgotten past Experiences of Spring. So all these childhood memories wake: Tired feet and grass-patterned … Continue reading
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In the Fisherman’s Net
Not ours the wounds, the bloodied flesh, of those fire-tested ancient souls;Theirs the bones for grinding lion’s teeth to gnaw to living breadOr the blood to spell their credo, a sanguine testament witnessed boldlyAs fisherman’s inverted across the sea from … Continue reading
The Stones Cry Out
Forged treasure found in rock.Fit to fashion a tray for a head. Not bread.Carved and trimmed, the finest for the finest king, or so they said.The sparkling-spined rim circumferencing a bloody brow.It gazes and glazes now.On journey. Rocks razed from … Continue reading
Nails
Nails Now place the nail, my lovely lad and grip your hammer low;Now raise it high above your head, and firmly strike your blow.Once more raise up your arm again once more hit hard your steel,But mind your hand, let … Continue reading
The Light of the World
“The Light of the World” Why do you knock like a guest long forgotten?The door remains locked, its heavy frame rotten,While a tangle of vines adorns lintel and post. I come to awaken my slumbering host. Why … Continue reading