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Echo

September 16, 2025

By the time the lunch bell chimed over the loudspeakers at HyperHaus 312, Quinn Kowacki had already assisted three confused shoppers, re-shelved six mini-fridges from appliances to household, unboxed and refrigerated the weekly shipment of microwave meals, and swept up after a jumbo container of discount cat litter burst. That had made her laugh out […]

Chronocrator

September 1, 2025

Across the farthest horizon into a doorless world, into an unparalleled universe called here-and-now, we arrive. The mind is sprained by this thing called here. It’s a place. But it’s an odd place. Hard to describe. Poetry helps. We look around in the half-light of early mourning, aware that here is always about to bid […]

Llyn Dorlais

August 2, 2025

The wraith of Arthur Rex stands before the lapping shore of a clearwater tarn in a high meadow. This is Llyn Dorlais. The king knows the surrounding pine pastures with their calligraphic shadows and hulks of solitary boulders splotched with lichen. The Lake of Hidden Water. He visited once on his royal tour of Armorica. […]

The Wraith of Arthur Rex Looks Up

July 8, 2025

Above fog rummaging through the tangled darkness of forested hills, the road of souls, the Milky Way, inclines. He sees it anew. The crazed incandescence of the sky is like him, a ghost, the phantom light of a cosmos that died being born. All of Creation wanders aimlessly after the Fall, he thinks, then recalls […]

The Wraith

June 3, 2025

He glides among dogroses, daisy carpets, larkspur and rambling bryony. Every direction seems strange — and wholly natural: Acres of blooms charge the air with woven scents of summer, luring blue and white butterflies that flit among the blossoms light as faerie. Thrushes perched on stalks sling their fluting melodies into the fragrant morning. Larks […]

Little Notes from an Owl

April 26, 2025

The owl is looking for you.  The owl’s voice is a question whose answer is you. The owl’s flower face has death for a sun. The owl’s neck is a wheel with spine for axle So every direction the owl goes is forward. The owl is the courage of life and death’s mystery. The owl […]

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