Saint Hubert’s Hunt
Original Poetry

Saint Hubert’s Hunt

O cross between the antlers beamingbrighter than the brightest painSearing, sun-sunk hour of death, hail!Strung of suffocation and suffusionHunted as the wild stag, white as host-to-tongueWild bread, wilder meat, wending through weeds,Hooves that wound us,…

Call of Herne
Original Poetry

Call of Herne

Hazy-eyed dreamer  You long to be  In the tangled wood  Amongst the trees    To feel the pulse  The forest’s charm  That pounding, that burning  The hunters’ drums Starry-eyed poet Arise! Awake! The Hunter calls…