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.
When peoples build temples, are they ever meant for someone other than themselves? Modernism is relentless – It sweeps the ages through the cracks And resurrects the specters that were never dead, But forgotten for good reason. It implies a line – A line at gunpoint drawn. These early days of spring … Continue reading Neptune’s Cave
The lighthouse shines like memories of a star And guides my path through darkness from afar. As I, upon the howling wind, do hear My promise of redemption, faint but clear. So on a snow-clad field I walk at night Braving the blizzard’s unrelenting might That piles and piles the snow both sides of … Continue reading Nemo