... which I'd mostly dropped out of my life a while ago, but.

Posted this to Making Light, in one of the current discussions of the Sad Puppies slate and the Hugos ( Read more... )

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That tree which borders on the realm of dream ( Read more... )

It is not enough to be broken
(broken in all the wrong places)
Not, he says, if what you need is to be broken open
(you are not big enough to hold yourself)
Come, straighten those limbs
(I will crack the bones of you to make you true)
Stretch yourself free of your confinement
(your shell is crazed from the stress of being bound)And I will tear you ( Read more... )

This is My age ( Read more... )

Earth is black with secret red
Flowing with dark molten iron
A pulsing of the heartbeat's blood;

Heaven, black with shining gems
Flower-strewn and rainbow-prismed,
Velvet depths in endless flood;

The silver-twining open road
From ferrous heart to shadow's sun -
The partner to the kiss of worlds,
A lover's breath, a dance begun.

This one for Geb:

I fell from heaven,
My love,
And now can only reach and wish -
My every oak tree striving for her depths
My every mountain aching to stroke her starry skin
Each skyscraper and termite mound rising up
With the force of my desire.
I fell from heaven and lie spent
Surrounded by her luminous darkness.
Stashed here so I can ( Read more... )

... I just rewrote spell 6 of the Book of Going Forth By Day (Egyptian Book of the Dead) as a limerick.

( Seriously. I did. )

Mother of the manifest
Womb of the dead
Arched starry vault of heaven
Whose water jar
Holds cleansing
And oblivion
Swallow up the sun!
In your belly
Is making and unmaking
And grandfather dawn is born
Bloody and fragrant
Between your thighs.

(Some work has an interesting effect on my Egyptiana.)

We're going to blank some verse today
That's never been blunk before
And every time
We make a rhyme
It figures against the score ...

-- Walt Kelly