Following the Golden Thread

September 23rd, 2009

Swans glide, wings beat deep and wide – carving their migratory path through the south sky. Sparrows dive in the wind’s slipstream. Beaks pierce the clouds like the skin of a dream. Soap bubble floats up high. Round window of rainbow light. Tree branches finger the sun. At their feet, a thinker bends his mind […]

Cliff Edge Sestina

November 21st, 2008

A stretch of sky. My thoughts drop into shadow. I can no longer beat my wings, Standing at the edge of this cliff, Far below, a sea, Into which I am about to fall. I feel the fear of the fall, Grope around for a hold on the sky. Can I stop myself dropping into […]