Ballade of Three Birds
The morning miles of liquid cold that hang between the spheres Will bear you up forever, but will not veil your eyes. The clear wind and the clouded and the misted wind that mirrors Will show you every corner of the old hills that they clean. ...
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
This started as a question, in my head. Why can I not write love a happy end? Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss, Bereavement and the need for elegy? I write unto my husband, whom I love, And it becomes a prayer for his soul. I write...
Haiku on the Collapse
Fiddling while Rome burns, If a fiddle's all you have, Is hardly a sin.
(Scene, An Room Within ye Strongehold of the Pyrate Lord O’Donnel.)
(Enter James McCloud, and Wolf O'Donnell. They bring with them Richard and Robin, bound and gagged.) Wolf: I had hoped to escape affairs of state! James: For you and I to scape them, so must they At least a little while. This dismal cell Must...
Maybe Stop Telling This Man What He Wants
"Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long." How often hath that platitude Been strangled into song? By men who do not want, but have Their little and their more. In rhymes perforce, in meter bad, They serve it to the poor. ...
Afterword by Ted V.
Some say it was all folklore, of the sort civilizations Will sprout like fungus from the leaking seams as they grow senile. That those who live like wolves among the ruins may find comfort In tales that make the wolves out in the wastelands to seem...
Advice to the Traumatized Coyote in the Passenger Seat of My Tow Truck
I'm not the guy you come to for advice Unless it's on what not to do. Besides You shouldn't take just anyone's advice. You don't mind if I ramble on a bit? Save you the grief of making small talk, yeah? Besides, there isn't much to see out...
(something hot)
[SOMETHING HOT] He smirks at me. Chase: Hm, well, I'll have to see if I remember what you like... let's see, sweaty blowjobs, lying on top of poor defenseless otters like you're trying to squeeze them flat, and snuggling so long after you finish that...
(continue down the road)
The highway only goes one place, it turns out. It dead ends at a low building with a gravel parking lot. There's a cloud of moths around a light over the door, but that's the only sign of life. The windows are painted over. There's a truck and a van...
(yes)
[YES] His face vanishes. It's done. I may not know what that was, or what it wants him for. But If it's trying to get him through me, then it really has to be over, Leo. Having any way to contact him is dangerous. Who knows what it could make me...
The Holy Mountain of Vengeance
In the land of seven rivers, where the gates of death are builded, Stands a mountain (I can see it on the days when clouds are lifted) That is sacred to Odurum of the everlasting anger, (Who sets the forest blazing with his everlasting anger,) They...
I Do Not Fear A Season Without Hope
I do not fear a season without hope: Catastrophe upon catastrophe, When love is every day a little bit Made more a crime. When cruelty becomes The only virtue men know how to praise. When all but easy speeches are forbid To comfort cruel men. I...