Category Archives: verse and worse

Glendalough

St Kevin had the gift of talking with beasts. It came naturally to him, a hermit, Living amongst them in his hollow tree In Glendalough, long vale of icy lakes. But just because he and they could converse Doesn’t mean … Continue reading

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Anachronist review

The Anachronist is my interactive novel. Several readers have posted reviews of it on the Interactive Fiction Database. (If I may say so, the one person who gave it a low quantitative rating had a complaint about a technical issue that … Continue reading

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the laughter of the gods

The laughter of the gods is asbestos: Unquenchable. It’s genuine, hearty, Unselfconscious. Wet eyes shut to slits; lungs Heave the mountain air. A shaky finger points To the god who started it off: Nice one. He’d mentioned some mortals’ pratfall … Continue reading

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Mindlessness: A Sonnet

I’m striving to be a little less present. You need the attention of our group. Your anxious eyes, urgent words convey a gripe; They sketch a threat you’re sure is prescient. But I’m counting syllables in my head, Selecting words … Continue reading

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to whom it may concern

It has come to my attention that the level of my age Is now set to fifty, with more movement on the gauge. Who authorized this increase? Who consented to the change? The alternative is worse, you say, but we’ve … Continue reading

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The Anachronist

In the year 1596, Anna is about to be burned at the stake. As the constable prepares to light the fire below her, she can do nothing but seek a solution in her own memory and imagination. The Anachronist is a game … Continue reading

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three ages

1. The sidewalk is significant. Its ridges hamper wheels, Its cracks harbor meadows And little things with wills. It is safe–the street, maleficent. It is hard–it doles out blows. 2. The sidewalk barely registers: Eyes on faces, signs, and lights. … Continue reading

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to a well traveled hidalgo

This will be hard to explain, so please lie Still and I’ll try to make it clear to you. It may have been a normal day; perhaps You were optimistic, out for a hunt. Something happened, though–a fall from the … Continue reading

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The House of Atreus: A Play

Agamemnon is like: I can’t believe we’re still stuck in this place. I am totally tired of waiting around for wind. I’m going to sacrifice my youngest kid to Artemis. Tell her it’s her wedding, she can marry that musclehead … Continue reading

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voices

(in St. Paul, Minn.) Why does the owl, her nest turned into flames By an errant fire balloon, shriek as she flees? As the solo goose flaps his steady beat, Sea-bound, whom does he think will hear his honk? An … Continue reading

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