Typewriter ribbons
stretched taut across
an expanse of dreaming.
The voyage, bottomless
wells of ink, clinking.
An age of messages seeps
The Crows of Babel
Morning breaks upon Babel, crows caw, stirring from perches,
corvid-colloquialisms, complaints, single-voiced, to-all-alerting,
this, the gaping dearth, morsels missing, hungry bird, listening
to whispering passersby, ignoring their beaky-hissing, pinching
occasional ankles or errant fingers, angrily issuing edible edicts,
to hapless builders, millers, stonemasons, and/or tired children.
The Unforgiving Sea
Grown in the water,
born soaking wet,
I am a creature
of the sea. Continue reading “The Unforgiving Sea”
Many Thousands of Miles
Many thousands
of miles below
those icy kingdoms,
where hope freezes
and sticks against
metal things, Continue reading “Many Thousands of Miles”
Best Spoken to the Night
I saw the wind
whipping hair
across your face
and your cheeks
went red, like roses. Continue reading “Best Spoken to the Night”
Empty Barrels
When the glow of god
failed me, I prevailed
upon the amber elixir,
ye olde feeling-fixer, Continue reading “Empty Barrels”
A Black Door
Twist the glass knob –
a black door
on a blacker house. Continue reading “A Black Door”
The Sun Like a Crown
I had a dream
of the darkness
before sunrise. Continue reading “The Sun Like a Crown”