Quarter too or The Virulent Value of Men when the Gods arrived, it had to before.they looked very worn when they walked through that door. The Centaur looked crazed, his bow broken in two,as he fiddled to fix his fractured horse shoe. One nearly came off as he blazed ‘cross the sky,as he impelled his Jovian arrows to fly. Graceful …

The First Quarter Sometimes life just takes us places, for a fated rendezvous of faces We talked and laughed through each infinite hour,we admitted which planets we meant to devour. We smoked hashish, sprinkled with shots,as we told all our stories, then connected the dots First, Joan of Arc rode across the bayou,sovereignty replied with mercy beaucoup. She ached and …

I’m No Princess or The Fledgling hitched a ride on The Chariot, it burns brighter than stars.When you’re on horizonYou can see it from Mars… Nets swish through my frontal lobeto catch a landlocked aquaphobehalfway around the eclipsed globe. empty, slosh in choppy water(I’m less a sister than no one’s daughter)Insights bled from a ledged white blotter. in this brimming, …

Confessions of a Lost Soul or The Birth of a Conciliatory Phoenix In my flowery flowing skirtI’ve been digging in life’s dirtNe’er do I cry, “Where do I begin” I dig in… I lost my life, my way, my chapel.all I have left? Metaphysical shrapnel. I lost decades of memories that really matterbecause looking back feels endlessly sadder. Riddled with …