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I’m getting the sense I ought to explain “what’s my thing.” Because I’m new and there are so many of us, readers may not know what to expect from me and may be leery of Continue reading If I May Introduce Myself: A Paranormal-Science-Fiction Author
I’m wary of the barely black button. So I’ll make it with circus ties and dry seasons, belly-up lies, and carousels The ministers of fucking aeronautics declare mistletoe failure —and through the workings of daylight Continue reading Goodnight All
“By law, we’re all equally entitled to have and share our opinions. Quality is rare. Context matters: who’s speaking, and why.” Who and why… Children of war huddle in wallows, then die: “Who hates us, Continue reading Preamble to a Reckoning
‘Can watch your hand lilting, It glows yellow and strums the brassy pond– See the confetti canopy that warbles above us? Sky sits scary– And you bargain for its radiance, And you turn down your Continue reading What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water
Ever wonder what it can be like when writers are critical of themselves? Here’s a demo. –And if you’ve ever had someone respectfully suggest that your poetry may be cryptic, abstruse, and/or incomplete, then maybe Continue reading The Art Experience: Acquiring Beauty of Mind
Twirling mystic in skirts of gossamer gold– In the trees— There like sea-weed monster draped through boughs and static-crisp air, Tepid, electric-blue air to drench my tongue, to spark my eyes electric! Oh, like neon-soup Continue reading Skirts of Gossamer Gold
Laslo dazzles his mother. At breakfast with the pall bearers, she wore a long, black brocade. Numbly she twines the purse strap ’round knotted fingers, as once she did the dark, ropy curls of her Continue reading Laslo Dazzles His Mother
Into an aqueduct, over and over the edge The travel runs deep. From the gallows our blended souls flow in streams – a wish for the glade, a want Yet we serve no great purpose, Continue reading Wet Perfidy