Posted October 31, 2012
The curtains just moved. They yearn to be spirited, on a breath of October, across forgotten fields. You. You want this place. Always have. Always, always, always will, until it is yours again. With the clearing of the land, you wrestled to hold your own with deep-rooted trees and brambles and rocks. You chilled my labors with hissing rains. When I constructed, you resisted with obtrusive flies to distract and pester my sweat-glistened back. But I persisted. I turned you. I ...
The inspiration for "SILENT CROSSE"
Posted February 23, 2012
GOING William and silent Crosse, quickly they foot away and the snows fall between us. My stiff hands, frost-grayed gloves, bend the rein and thump the sleigh which somehow knows it must deliver me to those dark halls and end this day. Disturbed crows, in a bitching, flapping, coal-black huff fly, grumbling. Fade, griping in a rhythm of sing gle syl lab ble dist gust. Then, simply gone? Wind-scatter. Abandon. The daylight thins. Si...