Saturday, July 27, 2013

spring

by mary c fogg



the bees buzz
but not so

loudly as
last spring, the

birds return
a little

later, the
river runs

narrower,
heaven and

earth themselves
are consumed

by this great
weariness

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

1 1 ii


winter

by mary c fogg




black branches,
fallen to

the ground and
broken in

two over
their knees by

woodsmen, piled
against a

brick wall, have
already

taken the
twisted shape

of the flames
they will feed



Monday, July 15, 2013

fairy tale 52: suddenly a shadow fell across jill as she sat sipping her coffee in the automat.

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whispers

by mary c fogg




in old times
before the

north men came,
i wandered

through the long
corridors

of the great
jade palace

at midnight,
listening

to whispers
of intrigue

against the
emperor

and i heard
many strange

things under
heaven, things

great sages
never dreamed

now i sit
beside my

little hut
high in the

cold mountains
listening

to the leaves
whispering

like the young
handmaidens



and the old
generals

in the jade
palace, o

you foolish
mortals, cast

aside your
wickedness

greed and pride
and listen

to the leaves
at midnight