Changelings in a World of Broken
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite… Read More »Changelings in a World of Broken
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite… Read More »Changelings in a World of Broken
They appeared as strangers do from a stone pathway– a Moth Princess in a gauze gown, flaming calla lilies, electric fireflies, sea glass lamps shuddering in the light of… Read More »Lake Merritt Autumn Lights Festival, 2014
Waltz into my room wearing purple robes,
skull caps decorated with gold tassels
coins from countries that sell sun glasses.
Reading Yew Nork made me feel like I was huddled beneath the streetlamps of Paris gathered with Surrealist poets, André Breton and Benjamin Péret smoking Galloises. Except this was possibly New York’s Gotham City and Dale Jensen was my guide.
Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in