Real Fantasy

(post formally called ‘the magic touch’) I love magical realism, the unexplained sitting side by side with routine, reasoned reality.  Perhaps I love it because in truth reality rarely appears very reasonable. My fascination may in part be because that taste of magic fulfills in me a yearning for everyday enchantment, but not too much…

Returning

sweetened seeds in sheaths,

spring’s tunic dressed in

last sun’s poppies,

twelve moon pirouettes since

we consumed these;

Candles & Questions

One of two poems:

we lit candles after

their names and tales on our ears

flames flickering, like souls.

Love & Hate

Hate; a verb, an abstract noun

That we may give our power,

Love; a verb, an abstract noun

That is hate’s funeral pyre.

In Dialogue

The following was written in response to a symposium by the same name, Yom Kippur and the examining, releasing and power of words. In Dialogue Dialogue curation; The art of conversation, Of counted words And exclamations, Of rhythms and inhalations, Of politics and poetry In gagging law and commentary Noetics interfacing fantasy In iterate sachet;…