for c.m.p. There were stories I would have told of sand held in hands trembling cold of two outlined, city fountain between, exchanging rings in a church square. These are stories I would have told, of then, of now, castles I don’t remember, kings I do, of the shadow, of the days where shadow only [...]
for j.j.b. I cry, sometimes – they ask — frown the wrong question. tear drops out, wanders warm touch down the cheek leaving itself behind cold trail. ah the touch, the illusion — someone else? not there, but was. Reminder brings another. I only try then, rare touch, the wander – moving, part of me. [...]
for t.a.b. He came, the milkpool warden brushing snow off shoulders, black eyes to cut water fingertips speaking in warm runes on my forearm. He danced in my closed eyes I saw kingdoms, firelit gemstones, songs in his low words, the prince of all wonder I heard his secrets – He left at moonset, unspoken, [...]
for i.l.c. Whisper wanting under thunderstorm bower, shout – candleflame flickers in the gale wary green outside overturned in upfalling rain cold wet warm power at fingertips — crackling. and there I told you light in eye there I thought to have you know. shudder first, spring cold wind, clouds curl, raindrops drop drumming humming [...]
for j.t. There is rain tonight, that once fell in patterned rivers starred on edge with covered torches, silver roads, but this cold dirt drinks it, and I sleep tonight with a different name. Each marble was in green mortar mayflies bounce on chipped drywall and the hallway filled with stereos blaring guitars and heavy [...]