The Heather and the Slings – A Sicilian Octave

i watched the birds dance among the heather, hopping and chirping in the breath of spring. no thoughts had they just then as to whether the frost, nor the chill that winter would bring. no future pain: neither now, or ever, might hope to still the songs that they might sing. their voices: full, warm…

New Fields

we set off – fearless travelers in tireless pursuit aware of the perils lurking on the periphery – baren satchel bereft of utility endowed with promise – handful of possibility a crumb of opportunity – making camp where others fear to tread lightly into the fangs and furnace lit to bar our path – coated…

Ice Shattered Flowers- A Breccbairdne

ice shattered flowers sinking in the whistling wind subduing rigid stems the cool rain drizzling – shimmering parterre festive floral vessels tranquilly set adrift coursing pools of beryls – nectarine sunlight gusting gales of august quickened by its gentle shove towards dusk and stardust

Light the Way

she held a candle in her hand at night because it was the only light she had and she watched it whip and flicker behind the door she kept locked and wouldn’t answer even when they knocked she’d sit staring at that candle holding it close til it almost burned her face whispering incandescence –…