This Work Is Done

This is an old feeling, standing by this evening’s field, these dark rags hanging, strung on wire, beaks silent and unmoving under a stretched sky. So which lore or gods apply? Would it help to free your feathers, wake thought and memory in cold skulls, wear a black cape in silhouetted brotherhood? Should I take…

Postcards From Beyond The Looking Glass

I said goodbye to sanity one Thursday late in June. I kissed it fondly on the cheek and gave it a balloon. It soared into the clear blue sky under a gibbous moon. I shed a melancholic tear and sang a mournful tune. I parted from reality, after a pipe or two, and surfed across…

Back To The Garden (after Joni Mitchell)

Back To The Garden (after Joni Mitchell) The child of God had left the road and formed a band within the farm, encouraged souls to tie their sails to stars in search of truth. But when the message lost its way and purpose morphed into a brand, the truth was swapped for corporate dust and…

Elegy For A Peevish Bee

Elegy For A Peevish Bee by Jonathan Humble Temper rising, she becomes a blur of business, works at glass and frame, vents a blast of angry wings in search of phantom gaps or phased matter. Close outside, snapdragons sway encouragingly, zinnias gesture from plastic boxes beyond the window, rays of light refract, reflect and raise…