
Birth Wail
He visits the well in early morning, before the day opens for business. With a battered tin cup he dips out words and fragments to

He visits the well in early morning, before the day opens for business. With a battered tin cup he dips out words and fragments to

He lingers on the Moon and the pale light of Arcturus as the valley heat passes over. After years of avid collecting, he fixes his

Green leaves of the cherry tree sparkle in morning light while ocean’s breath cools the valley. Suffering these last weeks, reverence was hard to come

I whirl through space, a sea of aether and stardust, yet can’t lift my eyes from the dirt trodden path. I stumble around ignorant and