Midnight Wine

Midnight wine And a dream still dawning Is all it takes for happiness,   Or for dreaming of happiness Trapped somewhere in there In those fickle sparks.   A few steps out the door Ancient stone steps, scented air: A night in the south is a night never happened A night in the south is … Continue reading Midnight Wine

White Wind

It takes so much effort to separate the present from the past I am a dam on the verge of breaking I am a damned one And the waves are coming, surge by surge by surge I am eroding No holds barred.   So we speak to each other, but don’t believe what we say … Continue reading White Wind

Guthrie G.

The world – if crafted right – is made up of explosions. In the quietest moments, the thunder is roaring And if you look closely Every still life contains within itself A fiery cosmos of raspberry flowers. Pluck some of them if you’d like, to your own avail.   The magician once spoke to the … Continue reading Guthrie G.

Wednesday Child

Wednesday night, when the world lies low And feet plough through the streetlight glow, When time’s just a rippling in waters below And the past is a coil of grey mist, nothing-scented I imagine a train track through the unlight, Away. Ghostly people behind curtains of glass, From a different world, of a different mind, … Continue reading Wednesday Child


Midsummer’s eve, the table spins And comes to standstill halfway turned. Outside, the merry dance beings, Everyone gets what no one’s earned.   The jester steals the high king’s crown, The priest unbuttons his soutane. The seraphim comes circling down, Trades both his wings for one cold ale.   The killer courts his victim’s wife, … Continue reading Carnival

A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 3)

IX. Every morning, she wanders out onto the ice To meet the wolf, her loyal childhood friend And have him kiss her spotted hands. Because she knows: They’re still a child’s hand In his eyes.   X. I am the last person on earth from now on. So I walk into a vinery and enjoy … Continue reading A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 3)

A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 2)

V. A train glides through a cobalt blue ocean Past an espalier of streetlights. Not only a perfect moment, But maybe the purpose of life.   VI. The mist hangs heavy on the mountaintop: A widow’s veil for Armageddon night, While in a cave, a lad and a blue-haired girl Make passionate love.   VII. … Continue reading A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 2)

A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 1)

I. She stands by the window, Her hands on the glass, And gazes out onto the water That’s swallowed the rest of the world. But for some reason, it’s spared her house until last.   II. On a countryside road, They stand side by side, Waiting for a train that will never arrive: He, dressed … Continue reading A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 1)