"We have all been here before. almost cut my hair;" the refrain from Crosby, Stills. Nash & Young reading more like a law firm letterhead than any invocation for real social change....
Her emerald top phosphorescent candy glow stick candy, sno' cane - floss like the mane revealed beneath, spun hair matted/woven into icicle lengths & pubis mink. ...
Sheldrake, a magician - the mandrake a mythic plant whose shriek drove listeners wild.... this lake, Sheldrake and its windsong-heartswoon counterpart, Skootematta with Shabomeka &...
In fury, come the Heavens, the days, our horsebells upon a crystal sleigh. Up slowly until, the horse carriage wet and coming up the evening walk pauses; then snow before a vanished world.
When I was very young onto school, a slick of water curled under a behemoth, silver poplar tree ... there, white underbacks of leaves waved in showy pride the dead underbellies of bass ......
A small fish, its colors embers amid the swirling water; reminiscent of a caf' in darkness - the smokestack tablecloth fluttering in the matchbox breeze.
I noticed a bust of Shakespeare, an effigy in stone with latticing to mirror the ages. In the same cathedral a notation commented John Harvard was baptized here. ...
Invitingly, the sea shines her stars, captive flames within an impatient heart as darkness loads the pleasent isles with coarseness, slow sparks rise over a roaring fire. ...
She was fading - into the stone into rifled shadows heavy with fallen light, rippled boughs of splitting fruit & droopy leaves to a sallow body under clumsy years...
No open barge crowded with nameless waifs or junks in a teeming harbour - just odours spilling from a back alley, stair wells littered with cheap saki bottles, one propped to rifle the door.
The leaves lie hidden as spades about their home. Brief movement of a kitten, then silence till the car's engine drones. Close by, a pioneer cemetery sits near a secondary wood. ...
I borrow De Quincey's Confessions of an Opium Eater, the aforementioned an account of that singular Oriental vice, whereupon misplacing the volume in transit from the checkpoint, I attempt...