Winter white of my Queen’s desire the hunter of the night has come. She nods to me to let him in, and I do so without want of anything more. Upon his back he carries the skins and bones of coyotes hunted in the shadows of the tall forest pines, while the bear is left to sleep in his den of darkness beneath the stones, roots and grass so closely intertwined. He lays the hides upon the large, smooth stone alter along with t...
She was the final sorrow before Avalon fell. Yet indeed Avalon fell. Oh! Queen of childhood dreams how shall my honor renew. Oh. Innocence buried. Rotten crow feast and rusted armor cannot defend your brilliant crown. I scream to God it is she who wears the halo of thorns. As I suck air from the rip of the spear of destiny as it weaves fate into my twisting guts. Only a lost for you now. Your poet stripped of every metaph...
Hey, Stan! It is a good thing you called just when you did; had you been five minutes later, I would have just finished beating my 1950 Toastmaster to death with a big hammer, and throwing it into the trash. Over the past six months or so, it has been getting worse and worse about popping up when the toast is done and the latch lets go. I have been putting off getting into it to lube the sliding parts, remembering what my...
