Cap O’ Rushes: An Old English Fairy Tale in Verse
Once there lived a very rich manWho three daughters did haveHe thought to ask them one fine dayHow each did love him soTo see how fond each daughter wasHe questioned them thorough“How much do you…
Month: September 2015
Connecting with a Tree
Breathe out through the mouthPush from the stomachThen the chestRoll the shoulder inPush out the breathPush it awayBreathe in slowly through the noseFeel it pass the throatFill the chestArch your back to fill in every…
Dreams of Fairfield Creek: A Memoir of a Maryland Childhood
In Maryland there’s a suburban neighborhood with a street on it named Fairfield. That’s where I grew up, in 727. It’s a rancher style house made of pink brick, with dark blue shutters on the…
Your Voice
I thought I heard a whisper in the wind,Your voice calling – “Come to me again.”“My beautiful child” –you saidMy thirsting soul, my hungry heart you fed.I walked a path to Calvary Hill,You hung from…
Meditation on the Longing for Death
Each night I sleep, my body to restore,Yet morning rise, as weary as before.The day renewed, such newness life has not:Each day is with the same despondence fraught. Down on my knees I pray my…
Biographies of the Inklings
Jack Arthur Walter Bennett (1911 – 1981) was born in New Zealand. He studied at Auckland University before getting a scholarship to Oxford University. Apparently he was often forgetful and considered himself lucky to have…
Queen Elizabeth II: The Longest Reign and Still Going Strong
“I declare before you all that my whole life, whether it be long or short, be devoted to your service and to the service of our great imperial family to which we all belong.” These…
On Men’s Road: A Unicorn’s Lament
Prologue: The Silver Spiral Glowing, luminous in the night,White as snow, pale as moonlight.Standing there, head held high,Swift of foot and dark of eye.Wells of mystery, can you seeWhat this mythic beast may be?Gentle as…
Red: A Sestina
I walked the edge of the newborn dawnThat wakened the world with fireAnd I stood on the brink of the setting sunIn front of the world’s desireAnd I realized that this is a world of…
Tales from the Tavern: The Thief of Melnisgarten
The ancient man sitting by the blazing fire cradled a tankard of ale between his long, thin fingers as he surveyed the expectant faces before him. “Aye, so you want me to tell you…