Autumn town: a scent of smoke and dread beginnings cool breeze comes: barren where I stand silence: cleansing and haunting Shiny jet plows the dusk cloudfield watching the patterned sky – like an old friend cool breeze chases the leaves away wander the empty roadside, shiver and remember of school, and childhood’s cruel tricks a …
a net of blackbirds circles the dying corn steel radio towers spawned from the ground its signals race away racing along this autumn road the gray sky a closing wall the river valley bridge its terminus lost in a fading shroud the car speeds away the unknown and the words dry on the last page …
Editors note: a few weeks ago, a bearded gentleman in flowing white robes, an unearthly glow about him and, curiously, blue wrap-around sunglasses, dropped by our offices for an unscheduled chat… Rolling Stone: Welcome oh Lord my God, Messiah… Jesus: Please, please call me J.C. RS: Um, ok. J.C… I guess my first question is, …
He passed the small shop every day. “Wishing Well” stenciled across a faded red awning with “a place where dreams come true” in gothic script below. It seemed always in a casual state of neglect — never looking quite abandoned but never quite open. In the five years that he lived in the City, he …
Walking, cloaked in stillness the sun a water-color smudge in the half-light of fog that lies like layers of wedding cake Red, green and gold a kaleidoscope of fractal sunlight maple leaves like a bloodstain on the ground the rustle of scarecrow stuffing a shadow arcs across the sky The frost fingers crawl …
A collection of poems and prose (fiction)