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?'...
Ragnarok - XI
Somewhere it was after midnight, when The long hours of the morning stretch ahead Sideways, so that they wider grow and can Contain more night and not take up more time. Somewhere a boxer wandered in his dreams Down streets abandoned, over bridges...
Ragnarok - X
Like a gazebo in an empty park-- Where silent is the playground, where the paths No longer feel the tread of shoes or hear The jangle of the collar and the leash, Where wild and weedy tend the lawns, and trees Grow forestlike and rough--where once...
Ragnarok - IX
Somewhere dusk was settling. The air Was stirring gently as one sleep deprived Whose body yearns so much to dream that it Rebels, and tries to slumber standing up Whenever and wherever mind and will Relax their vigilance. It moved the grass Upon...
Ragnarok - VIII
The dawn above the east was solid light From edge to edge. If all the sky were one Piece of soft paper, dipped into a cup Of melted luminescence, that light crept Up it by capillary tug, spread out Neon infection through the fiber sheet, Just so...
Shen's Song
If I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly up the river to the one I love. I'd fly up the river. Wouldn't stay around Where I got troubles to hold me down. I'd say farewell, all my troubles, Fare thee well. I got no money for to buy my meal. Oh my...
History Repeats Because Those Who Write It Write Repetition
First they came for the socialists, and I spoke out-- Because I had read That Poem. Loved its pathos, Its tragedy, And its warning. They came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees-- And I spoke out. They came for the poor...
And the Chunnering Wyrm Doth Chide
Well, it's a complicated story. This was a few years back, by now. I was trying to get up toward St. Arringer's, I'd had a message from a cousin there was work to be had. So I was catching long distance busses when I could afford em and hitchhiking...
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...
Rust River Valley Rail Crossing Three, Pop. 527
From the valley they say you are going I can see why you would. And I know As the slow grinding years Grind the hills into tears Each year grinds a little more slow. From this valley they say you are going. From this hopeless collection of...
Blank Verse Essay On the Treachery of Hope
You must learn how to live and not to hope For hope will be a luxury ere long. For hope can be both manacle and chain. For hope can keep you too spellbound to run Until the waters rise too high, and boil. You would not be the first. In ages...
Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
The sunset lit the hills behind him. The breeze lifted the trees over him. And the path stretched out before him. Others of his tribe, maybe, would have said there was no one else there. Sana knew better. Not quite twelve days ago, one of the young...