Lupus in fabula

Rough, red, tooth and eye Both ragged, raging, hot breath Like the dead heart magically, Manically pulsing out an end of Reason, shame, love and life. The last day of standing, last Of giant shoulders, and the Triumph of witless, soulless Dwarfs and their wolf, their Fat, ignorant and angry dog Of the day ofContinue reading “Lupus in fabula”

Despite (for Amy G.)

Despite the sunrise, the moon peacefully adrift, And the matching slow swell of the deep ocean, All of life is sometimes reduced to the little rituals Of ends and darkness — burning, breaking, loss In words and the gestures of a dance as old worlds Long gone before this little one’s birthstone began. Our listsContinue reading “Despite (for Amy G.)”