Prison is a hell which breaks the spirits of men.And yet I am safe.
ASHES denote that fire was; Respect the grayest pileFor the departed creature’s sake That hovered there awhile. Fire…
I anticipatethe first spring gusts, endingwinter seclusion. Though the shining wind…
The halls of the Særnt,for those that daren’tbrace the blade of Winter’s chilloffer barrels of aleand a strangers…
All I know is a door into the dark.Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting;Inside, the hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring,The unpredictable fantail of sparksOr hiss when a new shoe toughens in water.The anvil must be somewhere in the centre,Horned as a unicorn, at one end and…