A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Don Comfort… Rights of Spring
Rights of Spring Who will endure the sacrifice, A price named by the gods For renewal of the cycle, A year’s circle once rewound. The living owe a blood-debt, And it is paid in…
Rights of Spring Who will endure the sacrifice, A price named by the gods For renewal of the cycle, A year’s circle once rewound. The living owe a blood-debt, And it is paid in…
IS IT EVER SPRING ANYMORE? Outside the robins return Pecking the thawing backyard earth Like benevolent and silent jack hammers They are relentless, only pausing cautiously For sounds of human beings: banging crushing Yelling…
Time Twinkled On Down the street in the gutter in front of the neighbor’s house, the black, round, head-sized shadow sat, waiting for me. A stream of dark shiny goop trickled toward it and…