To Sea
Original Poetry

To Sea

Listen up, listen all Don’t you hear that little call? Board the boat and set the sail Ready to brave storms and hail For captain, land and king We’ll brave the great thunder’s ring Through…

White Harp
Original Poetry

White Harp

Paradise made a white harp of the world, Pole-to-Pole arcs the cold ages, rippling meridians, I flew and hurled ice-warped wilderness that ever rages, Now we archive our own avalanche, quake, then thunder, trumpets the…