Is The Sky
My father is the fisherman
Vassal of Poseidon’s tides
Older than Ulmo, older than Nereus
He is The Depths of the primordial seas
Category: Riffs & Poetry
Riffs, raps, song, ink slung to a righteous bass line, and possibly a poem or two.
Coven Tree
The trick as Witch is to work Magic & not disappear, The trick as Host is to be at your own party
Sylvia’s Longbeaux
I shall de-
sire you of more acquaintance,
Good Master Cobweb…
A Jumper’s Prayer
Each with a 33
contrarily tucked under their curling tails
for the Quadrupling quarterstitch
The LOON
So, Where is it then
My silvertine friend
She said to a raven
She said to a loon
Tea Time with Nia
a clock over the mantle and a clock over the kitchen, the rest of the house oblivious to time but for the paint cracking outside,
Nia’s Summons
Just because
Keeping track of Timelords
As a shepherdess should
Is what she does.
344 Words, More or Less
All I know about these things is less is more. Subject, verb, then object if any. Stop. Have a breath. Must remember to breathe. Use few. Few as possible. Flammable. The more you know the less you use. Careful with kindling. Do not ignite. Less flammable out There when they …
Truckstop Postcards
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,