Tag Archives: fable
The green woman from my dream handed me an ax, told me to break down the door. I held the ax limply, hesitating. Break down the door, she insisted, an overbite to her tone, this time adding the word goddamn. … Continue reading
There is this small piece of glass an unstable irritant at the back of my heart way way back a shard that got lodged there god knows when and lately in considering and reflecting upon this bit of glass and the … Continue reading
How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Night swallowing its own tale of snake swallowing its own tail of night. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Each spring they return, bound to renew small wonders– Innocent by turns. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
You mean to tell me that God is Bo Peep and her sheep are not sheep at all but rather dream-spiders spinning intricate patterns and noodle-strand mandalas to freestyle a movable feast in some obscure forest known by some as … Continue reading
Wanderers tempt fate, piercing veils for story’s sake– Heart, the guide and claim.
In a realm of plastic fable, and reversal of lore, the hooded naif, after years of stalking the shadow of the beast, has him within arm’s length, preparing to reach in and retrieve the swallowed moon, the bones of a … Continue reading
It is the quiet history of touch, tendered through years of symmetry and fable, a radiant pulsing in the spaces between fingers, holy derived, charging us to mercy and enclosure.
In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.