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.

Neptune’s Cave

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