anthillion
A very shy man once wrote: "I had a dream but I did not have the courage to chase my dream." He never met Sam Hanara, the dream maker. He once said: "it is not magic that makes a dream come true, it is the willingness to do what is necess…
He has the eyes of a hawk And wings to match He preens his chest A mouse he will snatch He hovers like a 'copter His wings stretched wide Alert like a sniper His beak is his pride A moon in the sky Trees on the ground Hawk man hovers He m…
The seal of oblivion is masked by the lead door of hate. Maybe you will never know the foul odour of the bat. Perhaps you know her scent already. My mask is hideous. I cry into the gutter. The truth is always more hideous than the lie. P…
Maybe it doesn't end? Maybe it carries on? Maybe it doesn't compose? There is more. The melody reflects life, becomes life, imitates and is itself imitated. The song is us. We are the creators.
We knew the mold of the desert whose sands had cast a thousand ancestors into stardust, forever scattered across the earth, riddled with the mystery of the moon. That was long ago. Anyone can see the lost gems from that expedition now: they…
Ah the whimsical waves caress me, as I wade from Bangor Beach. A hot September yesterday, a memory still within reach. A man on a surfboard spoke to me, as I waded out of reach. A sunbeam in the shallows, a seagull caught a fish.