Stella
Posted in Poems on Jan 19th, 2010 No Comments »
We were movers back in the day
before I found this chair that locked me in
Archive for January, 2010
High Tide
Posted in Arthurian on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
God, it’s cold. He wakes up cold.
Thou Art the Star for Which All Evening Waits
Posted in The Bible on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
I am fifteen years old when my brothers take me into the land of Egypt.
And Great Penance She Took
Posted in Arthurian on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
Guinever knows better now. She wasn’t old enough to when she first met him, or at least she can say that with a semblance of truth, because she might have been old enough to know but she was young enough to think it was so romantic, and young enough to think romanticism justified it.
Old Man River
Posted in Poems on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
The night my grandmother died
the full winter moon was shivering,