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Perigoric: a bestiary
It has strong legs and sturdy wings, and for them both has need; although the legs grow weak with age and will get cut and bleed. Two wings, then, of the standard sort: half butterfly, half bat; quite useful when … Continue reading
Overslept: an amphigory
Well, fiddle-dee and what’s the stuff of which I have had quite enough: the spring’s been spring, the fall has fell, the echo’s back from wishing’s well. Oh well a dell a dill a day Quite overdrawn, and … Continue reading
Speaking in Tongues
Speak to me in ancient tongues as if in my subconscious mind the threads of some genetic past can be rewound around a lingo neither you nor I now know; or better yet, just make it up as you go … Continue reading
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Untitled: an amphigory
She flung away rapscallion locks, two dozen rare embroidered socks of carded wool from royal flocks as priceless as the chicken pox for separating poofs from jocks and as her jaw was full of rocks said, “if good fortune comes, … Continue reading
Dada
Art for art’s sake? Some mad Protestant Hell: give glory to gods too quick dethroned, the crowds that crowned them discharged early and now gone home, their purpose found too soon, before they grew strong. Without any message, pure art, … Continue reading
Foolscap and Old Rice
Alas, my head is bruised and hurt My hands are filled with ash and dirt The fire has gone out in the sink And there is not enough to drink Perhaps the sun has lost its flare, But as for … Continue reading
Random Musings
At the volta of the delta, stuck in indecision’s swelter, I released the muse and felt her slip away. Though I thought my words would melt her as they tumbled, helter-skelter, she instead preferred a shelter from the fray; and … Continue reading