A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
Help from the staff he bore; for mien and air
Were hardy, though his cheek seemed worn with care
Both of the time to come, and time long fled:
Down fell in straggling locks his thin grey hair;
A coat he wore of military red
AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
A Dramatic Poem
The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast,
with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea
on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar
coming through an opening in the bulwark. The deck rises in a
series of steps hehind the tiller, and the stern of the ship curves
overhead. When the play opens there are four persons upon the
deck. Aibric stands by the tiller. Forgael sleeps upon the raised
portion of the deck towards the front of the stage. Two Sailors
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
Having been unemployed for some time, I had a fresh job prospect,
As sunlit rainbow beamed jaunty colors, the last time you checked.
I really needed some good news, as my savings were almost gone;
And without the paycheck coming in, I could not hold out very long.
The year before I had been laid off, but I resolutely kept searching,
Knowing I am good at what I do, like nature is good at blossoming!
This job prospect seemed promising, but I was tense nonetheless,
To a place new, land new
You shall go – one day
Leaving behind memories lovely
For Papa and mama – my little fay
I knew this day, would come one day
When you would find Prince of your Dreams
You shall leave behind golden memories
of childhood, to cherish on reams and reams
Locking my door before escaping to a blanket fortress
where a Gameboy waits beneath my pillow
helping me ignore the calamity from the rooms beyond.
Mother’s second husband,
whose fingernails find purchase in her neck
draining the stars from her veins.
Transparent and plastic, I tremble
tracing the shapes over and over unaware
How old you've grown, my love.
You haven't changed a bit,
From that young girl I first saw,
On whom I plied my wit;
To win her
And even then, you lived within her
As now, she lives in you.
Sometime in December,
2008, our magnetic gaze of love
did more than just speak or act.
It was in wedlock consummated.
And like a dream, ten years have
gone by, as our tender fruits of
affection continue to sprout daily.
Continue to rest on my shoulder
until the sun on our wedlock sets.