Saturday, June 16, 2012

Favourite Quote

William Blake's America: A Prophecy "Fiery the angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd. Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc."

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Spider dream

the spider walks on knives
across a web of steel
cutting cutting

its fear of rust
creeps at night
the spider's dream

all food contagioned

the web
a shimmering mass of wires
that bind and slice

entice no fly
to fill the vacant body