It was a Thursday morning.And unlike Wednesday,I knew where I was goingshouldn’t be somewhereI wanted to go, but I did.Go. I wanted to leave this houseand this bustling town of drunksand stochastic manipulation. Besides, I wasn’t what her newhusband wanted, and he saidshe needed to pick.I got the short end of the stick. I didn’t know the route, and anyway,anywhere would … [Read more...] about Anthem Of A Kid Unwanted, By: Andrew Cyr
A Holy Hint, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall
To say how is my lovewill you fly to heron silken wings,bird of silver songwith your sweet tongue. One or two or three thingsare never easy to find:counting the stars in the frost,or touching the moon,or hearing the mind of my love. (Freely adapted from the traditional Welsh song, Aderyn du) … [Read more...] about A Holy Hint, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall
The Button Is Pressed, By: Ramses Martin
heat is starting, got meout hereburningfurnishingout of a terrorpraise to my one Terra.as I move past these degreesI see the charm -that of a feather. Sonic be whereI’m currently at -outside hunger homiewith a french fry crave “Cheesy Bacon Stack”to cure a bout of my depression fed by something lonely. clocking in time in my brainbefore I’m driven insane;just know … [Read more...] about The Button Is Pressed, By: Ramses Martin
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XVIII. – Our Lady Of The Snow, By: William Wordsworth
Meek Virgin Mother, more benignThan fairest Star, upon the heightOf thy own mountain, set to keepLone vigils through the hours of sleep,What eye can look upon thy shrineUntroubled at the sight? These crowded offerings as they hangIn sign of misery relieved,Even these, without intent of theirs,Report of comfortless despairs,Of many a deep and cureless pangAnd confidence … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XVIII. – Our Lady Of The Snow, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XVII. – Engelberg, The Hill Of Angels, By: William Wordsworth
For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takesThe work of Fancy from her willing hands;And such a beautiful creation makesAs renders needless spells and magic wands,And for the boldest tale belief commands.When first mine eyes beheld that famous Hill,The sacred Engelberg, celestial Bands,With intermingling motions soft and still,Hung round its top, on wings that changed their hues … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XVII. – Engelberg, The Hill Of Angels, By: William Wordsworth