Beautiful
Like a flute made out of clear wax Like fresh polish on an old tenor sax Like an old barfly who remembers how to sing Like a fragile crystal bell with a celestial ring Like childhood's shining toy ball Like someone named after alcohol Like giving...
Sylph
Sylph It's only the wind... Bodiless in flight, immaterial in falling Beautiful to behold yet equally appalling From what titanic loins did you children spring? Progeny of Cronos, do you scour what you touch? Whelps of Odin, do you give or bring...
Across The Malachite Window
**Across the Malachite Window** “I cannot express the wild, breathless suspense with which we waited for results on this first really fresh specimen—the first we could reasonably expect to open its lips in rational speech, perhaps to tell of what it...