Friday, January 09, 2009. Sunday, December 14, 2008. Darkness absorbed her black tresses. To mask the deep seas that looked intently at me. This impenetrable night was deeper than the black oceans in my garden. The squall had drowned and the tide ebbed, the taste of the salty drops still lingered. The oceans desiccated to the last tear,. Her eyes soaked up distances,.

The Poetry blog of Nicholas Alexander. Wednesday, June 3, 2015. You realise it the year unfolds and you see a 5am sunrise. The birds know as the twigs they gather have the right density. The trees know when to grow new leaves. Of course the air knows everything. We, the very youngest of things knows more than anything. Until a fat meteor smites our face. Striking off the very nose with which.

Comics and Art by Eddie Monotone. Cartoons about things that happen. Autobiographical cartoon strips about things that happen to me and around me. Updates every once in a while.

Official website of the poet, fiction writer, and editor. As of late February, we have work scheduled up to 9 July 2018 but we are always on the lookout for good work of any style and topic. Two of my poems have been published in the new issue of Otoliths. Thank you, Mark Young.

Your bones recall the roots of Mountains. In the beginning the stars all knew their songs and the people sang back to them. But then a time of deep forgetting befell the people and spread its starving sorrow across the earth. The people forgot how to listen in to themselves and to all their relatives, and soon the earth grew loud with machines and silent grew the music of springs. Even the exquisite voices of song birds were unheard and unloved. And slowly, slowly the people began to re-member.