Rayn is not his real name. Oh my!

I gave myself my name after my Dad complained bitterly that he didn’t like some poetry I’d published:   D: “You published THIS…..in the FAMILY name!?”    R:”We aren’t the Rockefellers or the Kennedys, Dad, nobody knows our name.”   D: “But I know.”  He said grimly. R: “Ok, Dad, what if I took a pen […]

cónocht an earraigh

cónocht an earraigh * *Irish for Spring Equinox Like a girl in a coma waking in bed the land slowly regains her memory of swollen rain cloud cloak of mist folded on rowan, alder and wych elm Knowing the smoldering heart insists swallows dip in sweeps overhead renewing with twig and dirt in beaks the […]

Chance Meeting in Mystical Terms  

Yoga class at the lake, she catches his eye An electric charge in the brain… Not the spring lilac, nor the plum in bloom Something more unnatural The odor of perfume, the beauty in surprise. Waves of the seasons ring the shore Spirit seeks a form, an afternoon union– They do not know what Causes their communion– […]