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Madman’s Toast

The drinks were lifted up in toast, while lowered eyes met not.One voice did bellow out his boast, while each in private thought:One thought it shame, one thought it crime,some…

A Sound, a Fright, a Ghost

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We walk together, at times, but still, I walk alone, a shadow in the night. We passed a lifeless stone made like life, like a dead man who rots within…

Then Sell Your Soul

There is a silent death we die,a spell we dare not say.If nothing I have said will fly, then you must go away. I cannot make it clearer thanwhat the…

Beyond My Grasp

Wonder not. I think no hand of man may touch the vision in this glade. Though you may reach, you'll never reach. Always just beyond your grasp, the elusive, ruby…

Some Doggerel Lines | Meditations On Lewis’s The Four Loves

So silent moves the knife of a faithful friend;the lover's poisoned drops will not amend.The father's gifts become a contract's bind;of shackles does the mother's love remind. All loves are…

I Ramble About My Dreams

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I have dreamed this night of many things:A clock there was in viewa spoiled child looking through;for him I felt strange pangsfor through his eyes I saw the worldand longed…

To Miss

25 May 202524 May 2025

There is a jut of stone rising in that mossy glade,a lichen crusted rock that lifts up from the shade,where a boy, or spirit, ghostly pale, so often sits.This changeling…

Unsad Waltzers

Where are the dancers in the light? Why's gone the beauty from my sight?I loved the effervescent fay. Why must they die when ends the day? In dreams, I pray…

Sung in the Damned City

We sung in the meadow a lullaby and prayed the dead to sleep.We sought in the night a dream, but the vision wouldn't keep.I stood in the assembly—The blood cried…

The Short Word “Sin”

What waits below the sacch’rine liesa truth we dare not tell.We block it out, the tears, the cries, the children in the well. But I cannot nepenthe drink,nor down this…