Absinthe

[Abs]

I'm glad to see some old faces around. I'm getting close to the publishing of a small of a book of poems. The title will be Throwing Cats at the Sky. As always, this is mercenary. Once I get it done I'll let you no all the other details.

If I trashed your guild or kingdom, I'm still not sorry. It made me smile. When I got the same handed to me I drank whiskey and plottted revenge.

Here's a new one.

The Evolution of Icicles

Thick as a child's wrist
descending into snow banks
where the snow piled half way up the windows

or the blasting cuts on the interstate
they would grow
until they were thick
pale blue
luminescent
shattering stone and falling ice

temporal
mortality

trapped water would split stone
same as tree roots in granite shoring
a creek that would
run high in the spring

be as stone
break in the weather
or bend
like trees