My first published SF story has appeared:

http://www.short-story.me/science-fiction-stories/210-when-life-hands-you-lemons.html

I can't help but read it and wince, but still.

Lion in 13 Lines

The Lady of the long grass

with her hair in a snarl

cries and says:                    

I am as disconnected

as a summer’s day

when the heat rises up

and keeps the land from wholeness.

It is all quite easy

caught within the days and ways,

caught in the pathos of our times.

It is all quite adequate.

Witness the Lady:

I am most lion before the roar begins.

Report

You must be back. I am well.
I have been thinking about God. The book says:
He has taken empty away.
Tenses still don’t matter.
I think much less. I have spent
so much time with an IV stand
rotting behind me I check
when I move for invisible trains.
Consequently, I go slow.
On my good days, I walk.
On my bad days, I don’t.
I don’t think of people much,
or see them. My health is unreliable--
my brain still soaked with medicine.
Hello—I’m watching movies.
I hope you enjoyed your trip.

Kelp

There are long whips in the sea, ladies.
They are my tears. I cried them.
Ladies, not much separates me.
Not much. From love, from other such.
Not much, ladies. The word 'cat'
separates me and the word 'necessary'
and a certain question about the definition of
'age'. Not much separates me. Not much.
The boy takes a whip up from out of the foam.
He strikes the rock because he likes the sound.
I am amused and distracted, "Tom,"
I call, "put it down, my dear." He only does it
because he likes the sound. And I am,
after all, only amused. Ladies,
take the long whips, these tears I've shed.
I don't care what you do with them
but they are necessary. Not much separates me.
A question of time. My tears have nothing
to do with that.

(originally published in New Stone Circle)