Skirts of Gossamer Gold

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

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

Wet Perfidy

Into an aqueduct, over and over the edge– The travel runs deep. Our blended souls flow in constricted rivulets — they sense the reverberation of land underfoot, overhead, All from the gallows A wish for Continue reading Wet Perfidy

Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)

It’s midafternoon and dark in here. An electric fan drones in the open window and funnels the summer heat through. The one on my right sits in an easy chair wrapped in a plaid robe. Continue reading Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)