The Lepanto Institute
Thin thoughts thrashing in the think tank's fears (Don John of Austria's been dead hundreds of years.) You type your twitter messages of heresy and hate, But Notes of the Community shall set the record straight. The pope is not a president. His...
He Of the Trees
“Orpheus founded too the mysteries of Dionysus, and having been rent asunder by the Maenads he rests in Pieria." — Apollodorus, “The Library," I, 3, 2. “I hope you've been comfortable?" “As comfortable as one can be in prison, sir." “You...
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...
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...
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...
Waymaker
_"Thank you, my friend, for coming."_ _"He is safe? He found his way to you without being hurt?"_ _"He is unhurt. It is a dangerous world to walk in but he came to no harm."_ _"Good. He's already known too much suffering."_ _"What is 'too much?'...
Epitaph Annus Horibillis
Here lies two thousand twenty four: In ways, the worst year yet we've seen. And now here comes, again, once more, The worst humanity can dream. But I am here. And you are here. And that makes we, Miraculously. And they may kill me yet,...