... Unrestrained, imaginative writing. Brown's magic is the vibrating universe, his sympathy is his ability to receive these vibrations. Sympathetic Magic captures the movement of life in its intervals -...
I met Bear at the 5 n' dime sipping a Cream Soda he was voluble & needed to talk... "I got a shit-load on my mind," mumbling something about some run-in with a Mountie - tampering...
The pig's head omelette - something akin to a tatoo buried squarely on the upper torso of the man wielding an axe, chopping wood. Shoulders drooped, the bizarre rendition had a female...
Imagining the smoke burnt imprint of a tatoo with tapers flickering, the bejewelled gaze a dragon's snout must bring or the serpent coil, crimson flame curl of dashing cobra,...
If you're going to drop the gauntlet at least put on the dress of a full warrior - paint, rouge, lipstick, sheer stockings and enough powder to smother a savage; then form a straight line...
Moths, if they dream dusk, sport esurient hip-flasks on their wings - gangster rum-runners better to sully dark, traverse caravans of colour amid silk-routes to dazzle Prester John,...
There were a series of three animals - wise men I propose - interchangeably looking (throwing off their guises' as non-sentient brutes), scrounging the grass (eyes foddering me)...
One of the cows was Belladonna, another Nightshade still a third, Witch's Butter - the farmer in question responded with an eel in tow that resembled a hoe & a Raggedy-Ann calf...
My mind, rarely with me alone, parts with energy, the floor boards scuffed and landing beams just roosts big enough for pigeons on leave from fields darker for their grain.
For one, street argot became tougher. You had to distinguish between what you meant by calling someone a mother. The Black Panther influence, no doubt, but a rejuvenation of the...
I won't envy the heat this August. The fall (English say autumn) burrowing like urinating dogs thru trees, carrying winter woolies with sniff of air crisscrossing the lion's tamer's...
Sleep is a striking woman accosted by various men while in a dance; the warring desires thus present themselves as on a battlefield - hunger comes arrayed with red plumes to befit...
At times, I thought of swizzling white rum in the tropics (not as a vocation), dropping into the club for a round of tennis before dinner at eight or a quiet set of darts before retiring. ...
Looking into the glassy crucifix of water. slits of rock form stigmata across creviced limestone - green pools with an occasional fish passing air bubbles to the top...
In my childhood, "Verdun," meant madness. Bars on the windows, cages around the intellect. Time was a poor keeper of souls, it seems, wore out all but...
Ticonderoga to Lake George, the classic invasion route up the Richelieu valley past Plattsburg, Verdun, ' Montr'al across the North Shore reroute again
Fantasy, Capri. The edge of a pillow. Certain words - murmur, seashells. A face beckoning thru time, lacy windows with purple shades simultaneously drawn. Tears of gold. Love signs, glass of champagne....