In our cause, for preserving and continuation of our people, of what we have created, we talk so much about the past. About what our forebearers have created, achieved, invented, discovered, composed, built, written- modes of thought, belief systems- almost anything that ever amounted to anything big and lasting was created “by us for …
Doesn’t that sound like the latest fiction title from someone who would then appear on Oprah? I was looking in the 25 cent room at the library where I have found some treasures and found an endless supply of this type of title, which follows a formula: career/trade/some kind of job description, then adjective or …
Up from the hold I stagger forth He’s at the helm, we’re heading North laid to waste, so many lie dead We have wine, but have no bread.. So let us drink, try not to drown Ill tell you the story ‘fore Thor strikes us down.. Saxons ship I saw from shore Ran to my …
My husband stooped picked up the bag spun me round “You know this man?” I then shook loose his grip he who once was at least a friend The Norseman stepped between us then “She thought me dead I did come back but she was wed & with child Then talk spread through the land …
A gladiator of a woman she dreams of ruling new Empires by his side Sacrifices, a given as many tears as drops of blood are shed We run through fields as children sleep in their beds I will not become my enemy greedy grasping avaricious harpies all yet i still desire to win, the crown …
He was colors of nature, the sun, the sky in his hair and eyes I looked on him and felt my cold heart not warm but beat memory and thought pale as moonlight I dreamed him perhaps I saw more than was there clouds were gathering I felt him try to hold me yet he …
Was he a soldier or spectre? a vessel in troubled seas? like a sweet child without responsibilities, he appeared to me. Father,can you absolve me, please though I will not repent- nor weep for him, only for me. I’ve been brought to my knees there’s no dignity in this grief. The wound is deep though …
ours is not a tragic tale for I am with you bound to you through centuries and eons I lean and touched the earth today on the shore , my feet bare and knew somewhere you also touched earth infinitesimal original life forms, grains falling away also eons old caressing me I lie down covered …
Here all is salt water Iron becomes rust Fire burns hot blood runs thick I stood by the rails, the sea to soothe me The sky full of light of stars, the moon cast shadows rain in my eyelashes I knew then who had captured me Electricity surrounded me My hair bound back like a …
He has summoned me agian never fails,he likes routine. Shall I sing a song I ask.. Shall we dance? I do nothing, still he is entertained. Tap. Tap. Tap. go his boots- then his cigarette. He tells me things, though I never ask. He says “why not? people know we are together anyway”.. What part …
part two of “The Officer” I can hear him, making a fire humming, silly ,lilting a children’s song? My eyes are closed feigning sleep but I see him the everpresent little smile Is he really that happy? He says something tugs my hair, then covers me says I deserve new shoes compliments my feet! Now …
reeking of a shellacked level of artifice her mocking faux laugh reminiscent of a wheezing death rattle or old fashioned saw it hemmed back and forth as she nodded almost rocking I cringed held my breath her gaze a jewelers loop appraised my hair, my shoes, my lack of ornamentation her eyes glittered, her brittle …
I take the stand an unlikely visitor . before me stands my inquisitor- While he looks down My head is held high- … I never leave his eyes.. “What say ye who stands accused?” “That which I do not possess does not make me love it any more or less. Those that have things arranged …
She wants to add.. others want to divide but your words, they soothe and pacify Filling her with tears she cannot cry Old wounds, they bleed anew There is no name for what she feels for you Your Galatea, you gave life to stone. Now she haunts a life not her own. Days conceal you, …
Gold has turned to salt water I’m afraid I may falter Im told there are worse chains- Dont complain. Feel myself changing re-arranging all that I once believed all to which I’ve cleaved. Wafers of sand dollars crushed underfoot The eldest of his harem, she bleeds but is barren. Belonging to one, loved by none. …
White man of yesteryear, from my tower I hear dirty boots astomping above, not underground- needs no prompting. He smells not of calvin klein, but of earth, sweat and spine tobacco, lead, rotgut and pine No thought fraudulent, or political convent Unfettered, ungelded, hellbent, a dying breed. Coachman yells “faster they’re gaining!” He charges on …
Anxious langor turns to vicious anger Try and hurt one I love, you’ll discover what hate’s made of It wouldn’t be so hard, I would not hesitate. Pen, knife or hands , I will dissect, then eviscerate Shylock you are in my sites You’ve preyed upon us too long now Contaminated us with lies and …
The Calling I , the undersigned , awake shaken, shivering strangling in a web of my own making How far can I bend without breaking? The Gods, displeased, want sacrifice With knife I cut , my fears, my vices They call , “Have you lost your wits? Do you not read the obits? and while …
The Spoils of War 