Sonnet #4: She is a butcher, not of animals She is a butcher, not of animals,Of names and dreams and all that comes between.A blade she holds, it is implacable, It yearns for more and weeps for all it’s seen.She butchers her bird’s wings and holds them fast,She cuts away the muscles and the fat. Her tears…
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Sonnet #2
Sonnet #2: A Hero—I Heard You Were Searching For A hero— I heard you were searching for,Someone of shining armor and pure heart,No tainted soul, you needed someone more,With hopeful eyes that damned you from the start.I shan’t be cruel and tell you that I knowWho you are seeking, nor what you should find.Once long…
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Present. Past. Future.These are three beings I know.Intangible and impalpable peoplewho nevertheless walk with mein the snow. Present and Future leave nofootprints for the eye,and you would not even know they were there,if Present’s boots did not crunch with a sigh. Past indents the white fieldwith tracks that are faint and true,left with flowers springing,yet…
Read MoreThe Birds are Poets
Deep in the woods, beyond my reach I know certain birds reside. They call my name in morningsong, mourning my inability to reach where they must be found. Come to me instead, I reply, wishing fervently for a path… A path in the woods where I would not be lost to the seductions of the…
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