Poetry: Summer Sprites
SUMMER SPRITES Night falls, summer night when the last red streaks leave the sky Gaia opens to ether what she cannot hold. You and I, summer sprites stroke the sea, skim the sky, like twin... More »
SUMMER SPRITES Night falls, summer night when the last red streaks leave the sky Gaia opens to ether what she cannot hold. You and I, summer sprites stroke the sea, skim the sky, like twin... More »
Fuelling Rebecca Rehfeld A capricious summer wind squeezes zigs of rain through the pumping screen where two bodies, frescoed and folded into the softest of hiplocks ride the long glide, and burble monosyllabic moans... More »
FROM THE EAVES Rebecca Rehfeld, January 3, 2008 Some winters like men, are harder than others. You can tell by the Bastille-like stalactites -- Daggers that hang heavy from the eaves like frozen bruises... More »
Image source: http://www.alternativehealth.co.nz/depression.jpg BLUE -Rebecca Rehfeld, December 17, 2007 One morning I awoke to a behemothic blue bed My husband went to work without a word never even glanced my way The maid came... More »
STILL By Rebecca Rehfeld, November 30, 2007 When the owl called long after midnight my cat went for cover and I knew to listen for secrets -- watch for you She said you would... More »
image source: http://www.duncanmcfarlane.ns.ca/details/two_wolves_seated.html CHANT by Rebecca Rehfeld He speaks in a voice six centuries past and tells me that in his lifetime I was lowborn, not allowed to speak beyond a nod or bow. I... More »
image source: http://www.city.cambridge.on.ca/photo_galleries/images/winter-grass.jpg IN SEASON by Rebecca Rehfeld, November 30, 2007 The birds don't come on windy days they're grounded by gale-busters in late November that rip at rusted winter oak leaves and clot the... More »