Articles by kingsnake

The fleeting thought Unless scribed Is soon left behind Like the one that went before

Loneliness in ancient gardens Wooden figures fleeting Guardians guiding Lost among mobile mountains Whose goddesses possess The hero Long tile of tragicomedy Spasmodic pulsing Crossing […]

Heavenly hosts Pale, tinged & tight Gliding by In narrow arteries Lined by Short sentinels Warmth in waves Crossing flows Seeking ancient shelter Two lefts […]

(Or, “It’s not that far, and you might not get hurt”) Madame Muse has locked her legs around me … A million red bricks like […]

Poetic mystery Leaves shimmering Brilliant incandescence Cool Cool Whisper to me Pulse Pulse Soot in skies Better left untouched And women Women Flying by… The […]

for Beauty personified She backed away Wouldn’t say why He wouldn’t cry So the Heavens opened for him He waited all day to talk to […]

You’ve got to march to a different drummer You’ve got to march to a different beat If you want to be your own person You’ve […]