A fantasy tavern cheer.
Bubble beer for beastkin,
Trouble tea for trolls,
Crinkle-cake for kobolds,
Dark Ganache for gnolls.
Doesn’t matter where you rumble,
Doesn’t matter who you roll,
You will always have a barrel
At Tavern, Barrel, and Bowl!
A short poem.
(Look-y through the Looking Glass,
Look-y at the Play.)
The look-y lens,
It peers and sees,
Blinks, and blinking
Turns night to day.
She settles in her smoky room,
Posing on one knee.
Waiting for the sun to burst
She smiles for the Glass.
In that blast of light I catch
A sight I seldom see:
The Look-y Man, looking at her,
Beyond the camera flash.
The Looking Glass, poem, 2022.
A brief poem.
Tossing towers from mountaintops
Steps
Shaking rivers
Spilling over like oil lines
Into cracked ocean beds and reefs.
The thunderer shapes cloudhulls from
Cumulous
Shattering sunrise
Sprinkling fog like morning mist over tectonic plates and molten magma.
His bellowing heel smashes earth from
Above
Spreading lightning
Seeking thunder like magnets
Between islands broken under his shrieking sky.
The Thunderer, Poem, 2022.
