ravel knot as hence moorless as a mystery whirl’d naught attend rather than a tale as mundanity attest only maelstrom yet the kitchen sinks more or less thereby I stop while the freezer hums
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Station Near
from a burin rune to the byre-brake borne to ran a wood aloft as a panoply by a crick a moor a mill & most featherly in a languish swoon rising as the rime surround on a misty hill wall-kin of the fog the silent ground their raiment deer-maids fly away Continue reading “Station Near”
& Aul &
what time an ice pick merlins in a chill thicket hunters the low fog an authorized zone apposed a rediscover’d horizon below witless the other broad awkward forward the blue clearly the hart’s red what time they hover silhouett’d greeneries moss on a cold cairn part from the old lime theContinue reading “& Aul &”
Roll Call’d One More
those plastic mesh bags for oranges or tangerines aren’t good for coin her hunch the bustle comes back quickly refashion’d but now she’s hungry blue bottle entrees weigh tables moreso atip on a clipper ship what time the Stanza too much an iceberg salad for an ocean green for the crewContinue reading “Roll Call’d One More”
The Fury-Maid
She was wary of men who were not Harry, Harriet was, swingin’ in her chariot as she woo’d all in woad high born neighborhoods She understood men in hoods where they stood not so merry as they tarry, but she’s chary her goods, would marry good Harry by the Bury