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  • The Fall of Patois.

    “Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;” –Quotation from Sonnet 19 by William Shakespeare.  Afore the affliction of… Read More ›

  • A Prelude Open.

    A prelude to the open draft from the brush of the groves, All during the opening of the late hour, The eons are waiting, while my foot taps—taps—taps, With a breath from the seams of the warmth outcast, As the… Read More ›

  • Evening Passing.

    Evening passing, rattling the roof, Smoking—smoking their own murk, But it is only momentary, before settling in the coffer of the dark, The appendix of the evening as it lived. Stare into the ground, do not say, Oh, only gaze,… Read More ›

  • The Wisteria.

    I see the wisteria hosting among the cloth, Why, it will one day be encapsulated in shroud, And we will all be in crowds, alone, For if I were afraid, it had already could pass, And if not to be,… Read More ›

  • December.

    Meet between the rubbish of long—long December, And, beware at the eve, longing for the land, Claiming the acre, ascending the indulging dream, Buried by the past cold, which bygone all ripe time. Winter deceived once again, child, there is… Read More ›