The living engine inside, this love
The hot, bright, Eden's flame, this love
All dark purity unbound and given
wing to circle above us nightly, this love
Only the one game beyond mercy
and the rule of law, this love
Only the sacred horror we despise,
call for, send away, and regret again, this love
All the marbles collected and put in
holed pockets to fall as we march, this love
The dying comfort exhaled upon
the morning's icy bosom, this love.
A Haibun The sound of the hawk’s talons as they click against the cement floor is sharp and crisp. The raptor moves carefully, head duc...
We have been dreaming in unison but those dreams have fallen into disrepair, eaten away by the persistent rust of the many days here...
This ringing silence this house, once filled a place of voices now gone silent, a place that once echoed with the laughter of the...
Note: I taught a poetry class at Fyrecon this afternoon, and we did a few challenge poems during the participation segment of the class. Th...