Ancient spirits dwell eons
between fluid and ether
in spaceships of bone,
poised below the sepia mirror,
breaching to breath the sun,
leaving only fleeting ripples
that mingle like silent harmonies.
Related Posts
Disputed Tread
Where she steps a whir, Like dust about her feet, Follows after her Down the dustless street. Something struggles there: The forces that contend Violently as to where Her pathway is to end. Issues, like great…
The House of the Seven Gables (excerpt)
Excerpt from Chapter 14 of The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne Photos by Frank C. Grace First published in 1851, The House of the Seven Gables is the tale of a cursed house…
“Zapovit” and “I care not if it’s in Ukraine”
Taras Shevchenko (1814 – 1861) is one of Ukraine’s most beloved figures — poet, writer, artist, activist, folklorist, ethnographer. His poem “Zapovit” is so well known in Ukraine that it is second only to Ukraine’s national…