A Reading From the Gospel According to the Wolf
_Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord_ _Of the god of earth and altar that our forefathers adored._ _Though to last until that promised land is more'n I can afford_ _I'll last a little longer yet. On that you have my word._ The...
Hyfrydal
Praise the Father of midwinter Who begets the Conquering Cold Praise and pity too the Vagrant Stretch to him your hand, to hold. Void yet virile, unchaste yet childless, Take away the heat of our days Till we stand like thee unsweltering Harsh...
The Baptism Is Long But The Song Is Everlasting
"And what makes you think he set foot on my boat?" Captain Achelous Salimahum Fitzulmo kept his arms crossed and his paws carefully still. Only his tailtip stirred. He hated having to wear his jacket when they made port but the shorebound and suchlike...
Mistolinic Hymn
O Father in the utter west, They call the setting sun, From grieving be my promised rest When every day be done. A thousand roads to elsewhere lead. I cannot walk them all. Hope fills me, though, for there indeed I hear the sunset's...
We Regret to Inform You of a Funeral Cancellation
Well a couple mourners gathered, and a bunch more came to stare. Course all the casual killers came, who'd left him lying there. They bought a discount casket and a requiem was said For the funeral was scheduled, for burying the dead. Well the...
Blank Verse Essay on Intentionality in Queer Fiction
I will not say here, 'no more happy ends.' I won't presume to undercut the need For stories of queer heroes of queer worlds Where homophobia has never been. For gods of sunset, moon, and winter know That if no tale but such as these were told...
Fourth Man Left Outside
The wind was almost still. You could be forgiven for thinking there was none at all. It moved, nonetheless, from the intersection down the dark suburban street till it found the raccoon and mockingbird climbing the front steps of one unremarkable house...
The Homecoming of Daniel Usherswell
The town of Good Intentions was respectable and quiet, As respectable and quiet as many towns that languish In the once remarkable, but no more remarked, rolling grasslands. The roads that once led out from it lay still and sullen silent, ...
Account of Presumed Ecstatic Experience during Initiation Rite in Unidentified Mystery Religion
It doesn't really matter how I died. Whether of time or tide or tiredness, But after this, the journey of my life I woke, to find myself in a dark wood. The way was lost, the night was long, and I Was more alone than I had ever been. It...
My Heart is Full of Thunder
My heart is full of thunder. This is neither good nor bad. Which may lead you to wonder Just what sort of day I've had. And if you were standing under The fall of blood or rain, Then you may well think the thunder To be cries of crippling...
A Poetic Definition.
There are schools of thought where thinking must needs work like thin magnetics, Aligning every glittering gear with every last ball-bearing, So that the world is dissected by 'if and only' statements To categories perfect, and to crystal clear...
I've Lost Count of the Homes That I Have Lost
I've lost count of the homes that I have lost. One time too many I've been driven out. On futile search my substance to exhaust, In barren soil to sow my crop of doubt. I am no longer young. My years have worn Onto the age I ought to put down...