Dr. Guinevere and Mrs. Vak
Her face is presented to her. It approaches on tall heels, squeezed into the world. It grins easily; feels no qualms, little loyalty. She apes indifference. They circle each other, hungry and parched....
View ArticleHound and Hare
The air is full of falling leaves, winter’s crows caw, tears of fog fall from the eaves, as the mist unveils the things you never saw. The running hound, the hare hand in glove call it love to...
View ArticleMarigje
(for Marigje Arriens, burned at the stake, 1591) Eyes and smoke Judge’s words Dry as twigs Flame tugs my skirt Like a fretful child Time to fly the hedges Race the rook And ring the bell
View ArticleKapo-keho-lele
I drift across the ocean above a lava coral reef this blue skied noon. I hear a cry echo from the shore. My sister needs me. Pele. I feel hands around her throat. Her ti leaf dress being torn. Her...
View ArticleDivinity
Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents. Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile. Odin hung himself from the highest,...
View ArticleReconciliation Effort
Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but, I learned later—after my mythology book had spent dark years mildewing in a...
View ArticleAn amorous vignette
Her feet twitch one last time before being stilled forever. A dangling reminder that they could not move fast enough to carry her to safety from a man who believed that what he felt was love....
View ArticleInterview Near Endor Years Later
He came looking for me, that king. He knew what I could do. Later, his strength revealed itself. He was tall. He was tired. I...
View ArticleIn an enchanted wood
[In an enchanted wood] In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the occasional doves and bats that brave the invisible bulwarks, by...
View ArticleKinga
Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into a local mine shaft, finding it a country...
View ArticleMandrakes
And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8 It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in the velvet garden, just before sunset. Roots wind beneath the coverlets of earth,...
View ArticleCassandra
Cassandra In spiring. Breathing you in. Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup in which chirrup I dwell. Each word is a spark— an...
View Article
