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…

Painted Lady – An Awdl Gywydd

so long, strange painted lady. your stately manor, now ash, looms etern’lly proud and sure. solid as you were, frail glass.

He, She & the Smoking Bishop – A Blank Verse Poem

and their cries echoed with the ringing bells as christmas crested on the chilly breeze heated words hung with odious timbre boiling over like spiced wine ‘pon a flame just as potent yet not so fragrant nor as sweet as black liquorice and peppercorn christmas spirits lacking complexity mulled with bitter words dripping acidic as…

Gave Up the Ghost

gave up the ghost and watched it flailing clinging to its wretched form wary of uncertain valleys sent off to venture forth how miserable he seemed to part with me before our finest hour had the chance to toll and to exhort

Pioneer Spirits

pioneer spirits take to the plains once more – you’ve stood your ground too long – seek out new unexplored avenues scale hills and mountaintops gaze upon a world spread out before you taste the unknown fruits of exploration toss aside the compass of expectation pursue the stars of your constellation let your prairie soul…

Neon Souls

flashpan neon souls igniting the world – electric smiles buzzing loud amidst the quiet – subdued stoic existence – baring puffed chests in the presence of deflated gasbags and disapproving glares screaming in ecstasy hot blood flushing their cheeks – blooming roses in stone gardens barren untilled salted soil – screaming life from the rafters…