*Spell Book*

My new Chapbook, "On God's Doorstep" a season of Saturday mornings at the Madonna Della Strada Chapel Terrace, Loyola Universi...

Inch By Inch: In battling the brass, There is no fast and furious, Only incremental improvement, A microfraction every day, Slowly ge...

Grey Sky And Angel Feathers: I fell into reverie, Lost in clouds and sun departing, It was flurries on water frozen into a sheet, Spar...

A Cigar With My Ghosts: I won't play favorites I loved those gone, Every one was something special in my life, Still is 'cause ...

Limestone Under Sunset Siege: I walked the path today, Saw the crumbling limestone, Foundations a shadow of when, Simpler has gone or...

Last Breath: The Oil Demons breathed their last breath, It was thunderous rejoicing, Children need not die in the sands, In the street...

"In the six kinds of fantasy I inhabit, in the lands where my mind must go, I will picture resolution's face in a blur, and yet it...

When China Comes Calling: The dust bowls that are a quarter the size of the USA, Blow hard on the minds of the prescient, The rise of ...

THe structure was somewhat unusual. It was entirelty crafted of some yellow metal. I couldn't for the life of me tell where the seams or...

I was flying quietly around a planet in the Snowbelt - basically just a little ice ball that you couldn't see through. It appeared to be...

Heaven's Bells: If our picture is our world, Does the sum of our minds' eyes weigh on the scales of fate, Does the sound of te...

Legend of the Crystal Tree : They say it existed bfore the time of men, Some pre-dawn era when magic was the only cognition, Before rea...

The Flying Mejishuns are really whooping up a big shew! HEAVY-LIFTING VERSION OF DELTA 4 TO TAKE TEST FLIGHT --------------------------...

It's about time I got back to the castle! Too much mejikal buffetting around the Hallooween this year. The eklipz of the moon and all th...

What Is The Wind? The wind is jubilant, Like flags whipping furiously, Like a saxophone played so sweet, It blows your heart out your...

Arista Decca: She was born into a molten pot of brass, Stainless steel hair falling in tune like silvery wires, Blue diode irises in h...

They Whispered Cold Stone: I saw the eyes darling, They were bright and full and gibbous, The leaves danced 'round my ankles, Col...

Fingers of the Witch: Isn't it strange, Once a year, The morrors all crack, A green fog comes along, A great bright glowing ambe...

The Family Muse: It's an interesting thing, When you click "search". Never knowing what you'll find, Gifts throug...

!!ANNOUNCEMENT!! I need 60 poets to read at Harvest Fest: We need 30 poets each day over two days to read for six minutes each. Th...