Verse Escape

        Crow Call (a 55)   We always wear black the crows and I, call our skies with a half-born crack, shadow nests where our treasures lie...

            Green Summer Country     "The sea turned to plain land, the snow on the mountain disappeared. In my eyes thousands of years...

      Breaking The Stone     When I left the forest for a wilderness of pillars, hexed by a tinsel covenant, the moon cried for me. Pines sp...

            Philosopher By Moonlight (A quadrille) Life is a crinkle in the matrix lapping at my edges while ghosts browse the tombstones ea...

  Cat's Cradle     All that summer you stalked me with your tiger-flower eyes  yellow as saffron, ochre-flecked with  an unknown pollen,...

                 In The Still     In the still of the silenced so deep, I can hear the gestation of dew,  the guard-bird's desperate hea...

        The Little God        On, into the soft-gelled  distance of a gentled day after dreams of storm and blood where war gods walk the ni...

      Stormlight Rain-giver, hail-maker, tornado-farmer, May's black hammer mesocyclone bouquet falls into the world;  a twist and wrenc...