*Spell Book*

A Driving Need For Christmas... Looking out the window at the melting fade of Wonderland, The grass coming through the failing purity o...

Between Dandelion And Snowflake... The dandelion has dried up in a puffball state, Seed released upon the wind - drifting. The ...

Thank You... Thank You for those who shed light on darkness everywhere, Who give everything of truth for us to see. Thank You f...

Dime Store Elves: The Dime Store Elves are busy, Pitching pumpkins aside, A Santa here a Snowman there, Cranberries planted among snowfl...

Last Leaves Drifting: A quiet leaf falls with a whisper, Backdrop: bare trees, one red yet, Grasses all gone to waving yellow and brown, ...

Flickers In Silence: In a quiet small space, Things that roar in the heart, Something dream-like and ephemeral, Still constant and ever-...

Drumbeat Windows: The rain falls striking windows, I can hear it drumming behind me, The sky is black nighted the color of lightless c...

Swallowing Lump Coal: Choking bursting gagging, Eyes fill and heart breaks, Coal the lying diamond lies in my throat, Unmoving un...

AquarianM & the Heart of Winter post 00002 : After class, the four met in the schoolyard, near the Blasted Cherry, as they called it....

AquarianM and the Heart of Winter post 00001: It was a chilly December morning, and school was getting out for Christmas tomorrow. Most ...

Fallen Leaves: It was in the chill of a dark night, I was walking alone up on Barrows Hill, The wind was a flicker of cold breath...

Last Ride Of The Black Hat... It was the last dregs of twilight in a bloody season, Too many scalps hanging from the saddle,...

River Fest... I was born in a little town in the Midwest, In the heart of Winter when it was the harshest cold, In a small industrial...

Early Morning At The No Name Cafe: Life is something ticking in the city, When the sun comes out you only find it by looking at ...

Time Of Fire And Gold: Everywhere, everywhere, The leaves are burning without smoke, Sun or grey skies the fields glint of gold ...

Birds Diving Off Wires: Must have been a flock of fifty, Up against all the greyed-over sky, A day for old blues piano, Solid voices ...

State Of Crisis: It's a sad sickness these days, The thousands and thousands of messages, A never ending litany of fear and fire, ...

Candlejack's Night: It was deep in a moonlit night, Amber was writ large in Luna's face on the horizon, Even as s...

Remnants of Gold: Late afternoon in low sun like a dying year, Gone to bursting milkweed and dead amber everywhere, Flaming leaves ...

Dreaming In Druid: Sitting in a calm chair slowly, Early October afternoon sunshine drips between my crossed feet, Like the wax of a ca...