Mycelium is One Explanation or The Ballad of Jacques Carruther
I happened, on my way back home, To stop in for a sip, And on the way back out again I took a longer trip. The time…
The Waiting Room
Bend an ear by the tomato pots, Beneath the loam and garden sward O’er bent by pumpkin’s leafing splayed, A rasping murmur from un-decay: “We are the…
The Absolution of Bedivere
Sit now, Thy head bowed, And, awaiting blessed benediction, pray Sweet absolve of Arthur’s stay, His bloodied head crowned. Sit, good Bedivere, as Peter thrice Denied his…
Ode to a Fly (As Written by a Toad)
Verily dost thy humble buzz, announce thy nearing flight, And, little buzzing fly, wakes my appetite. You’ll find my tongue a welcome bed, my throat an ample…
