Doctor Oo is in chains

C-H-A-I-N-S I snuggle cold and cozyChains to keep me warm ?But the rain gets in.Each dizzying drop drips deep beneathUnevenly spaced slateRotten wood soggy and engorged…Shaking unwilled.Shivering sendsChattering teeth and Rattling rings of iron.Endless...

Witt Wittmann has a peace offering

Peace Offeringtalons ripthe bleating heartsparkle berries driptheir winegrasp and grabfive inches deepvisible by Julyflutter wingsa pink profusionbrown hangson the vinethreads of silver spundog-eared leavesfrom the book of lifedeath slithered nighsipping syrupy...

Jo Mortimer is gone

Gone I am going to Death on a tiger. My journey is not hard; we talk all the way. There are scratches on us but we look forward; the scratches don’t hurt. An eyelash of mine falls on the tiger’s head. I pick it up, wish for safe passage but drop it. The tiger shakes...