The Doctor Is In

  The headlights Slashing, their savage brilliance hacking at the night Frantically seeking the heart which drives this dark hollow beast. Where is she? There. Alone. Walking. Hair cast in cold mercury vapors, the mockery of light. Cold. Shivering. Surviving, yet again. The road, empty. The heart, empty. The words, enraged and empty. The road, [...]

Neo-neocon has discovered a peculiar but seemingly indispensable kitchen aid: the Tater Mitt, and bemoans the fact that it does not rise to the level of poetry, as some of her other kitchen items have. Not wanting the good Neo to mourn her paucity of iambic pentameter, the muse descended and I answered her call, [...]

What brilliant darkness now descends To slay the weight which life doth rob To bear the anguish undeserved On frigid stone no glorious end. The blazing lanterns light the night As noble leaders drain the cup To toast the end of ghost not known And praise the triumph of blind sight. What brilliant darkness now [...]

  When waters break, their power spent in fine mist on the breeze, to thus retreat, and gather up and hurl again against those jagged boulders yet unfazed; What purpose, they, whose molten age in fiercest shapes did freeze, their faces polished now by salt and sand, igniting foaming fury upward raised? And why the [...]