The librarian’s speech
You have passed me; as a ship in search of its harbor or as the wind turning my encyclopedia pages from sage into sinner. I know of your dreams, how […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Facts and fiction
Drowning in his books the aged librarian is blessed, unknowing but imagining how the world outside remains, still sane and ruled with sense, how compassion is the guiding star, how […]
Starlit again
Only in the desert when the moon was new you noticed how savage the west wind blew how bright and how dearly the starlight shone before you lost tense of […]
Unwritten
Even now, on the quivering edge of winter solstice, the nights are not dark enough to shroud or obscure his mania of picking at scabs of every promise unkept. Even […]
Losing to darkness
She picked pomegranates warm from the sun. The stains on her gown, like blood on the bed sheets, have dried. She walked on the glass we had broken. Blood-let and […]
