The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

Slivered perception Glimmering faintly between Sunrise and nightfall

Imagine Richard Strauss setting something like The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, and you have something like Korngold’s Die Tote Stadt, and if you...

Pile of chicken bones: Evidence of gluttony or fortune-telling

Mister Peanut feels Mandatory monocles Befit gentlemen ******* Crepuscular cats Rustle among grey bushes Detumescent day

This dirty tea mug Has held how many gallons But now is empty ******* How grateful we are For previous engagements On some occasions

Dreaming syllables Slipping from dawning half-sleep Shadows, shards, fragments

Last leaves of summer Swept up after winter rain, Composted for spring. ******* Green leaves come and go The tree remains, for a while; Even...

Strangers each watching (Enigmas of arrival) For whom does he wait?

Solar oranges Radiant and round, piled high On a sky-blue plate A propos of nothing, but regarding the famous flubbed oath of office on Inau...

Overheated stale Air of a winter office Sealed panes, lashed with rain ******* Before the curtain Night after night after night Lost and lon...