Showing posts from March, 2014


The Crooked Pony That He Remains

Mea Culpa

A Mouse Nest

Knowing the Answer

The Slow Emergence

Recently, Pan finds himself lost in modern progressions,

The Curiosities


In the Libraries—

A Wild Rookery

The Culture of the Moment Unfolding

Once, out of Divine Boredom,—

In a fit of illogical drunkenness,—

Sudden Trumpets

Sometimes Pan rides crowded innercity buses—

The Seasons of Rain

As Bland Over-Watered Coffee

Bread Crumbs

Their Identity Sewn Tightly