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I Know Where the Lost Years Are

The soul’s tread through Time’s Veneer Takes turns unending through places that were dear Circling like cobwebs soft as marsh And tapping toenails on rocks so harsh   Dance in dreamworlds far and near Where old friends from memories appear Twirling in time-lost lover’s embrace Or standing still, while otherwise there’d be no trace   For here is where the lost years are clear Like pages of a long-lost book, at which you peer And become again the child reader, fresh and new Touching pages heedless of the decades which separate you.   You can come here heartily and without fear Or cross to dim places where you need armor and gear For as the years stretch and strain, becoming sparse Some pages are kind, some cruel, and others farce.   Just know that whenever you cross, they are here And when to this dreamscape the music of memory may steer Dripping dewdrops dangle every face And form, and creature that time would erase.
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Human Nationalists

  Human Nationalists Part 1 Upon Departure Will you follow where we are led? Can your heart not be swallowed Hailing heroes of the dead With their lives they saw us fed Feasting in a world where life is yet allowed Will you follow where we are led? A trek to kneel and recall at a sea of red See here they whom reaper Time left unhallowed Hailing heroes of the dead. Though you would have fallen back and fled I walk a path my dreams have followed Will you follow where we are led? As we kneel, raise your breathing head Our greetings go out to the sorrowed Hailing heroes of the dead As they call to us from the books left unread Yet doused in yearning. Cowed. Will you follow where we are led? Hailing heroes of the dead? Part II Upon Return While you stood there did you see? Humans steeped in beliefs so dear They died before their dreams were free. Far flung defenders, never allowed to be In a land with home and loved ones near While you stood there did you see? How against the b
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The Selkie and the Swans

  The Selkie and the Swans The King went out riding, riding, riding With his Court and Horse so gay With jangles and clopping they rode along Bright and shiny banners waving in the wind The King he rode down streets so broad The King he rode down streets so far Then came the King and all his court To the blue-white sea.  There on the Strand stood a girl A girl so lovely there to see The King stopped his horse to look upon her And saw the Sealskin at her feet I love her, thought the King I shall have her, thought the king And as King’s thoughts are wishes,  Those wishes do come true Swiftly he sent his horse running, running, running Ere the girl could reach the sea Took he her sealskin coat,  Too her too, upon his horse And back the King went riding, riding riding With his court so gay and fair Swiftly their horses went running running running Back to his castle, far from the sea All that time the girl did weep For she was a maiden on the land And only on the sea, a seal so free But wi
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The First Hurricane: A Modern Hurricane Myth

The Hurricane and the Trees A Modern Myth of Florida Paganism by Birch V. Baum  &  A Hurricane Monologue by Opal Luna This is a story from not so long ago, when I was young and the seas covered all this land. The water elementals called the sultry ocean their home and swam happily among the waves. Yet over time, the land grew and grew beneath the ocean until one day an entire peninsula was born of seashells, coral, and limestone.  The land elementals gathered on this new Earth and fed life into its soil. From that life came many of the great Tree Guardians of ancient Florida, including the Cypress, the Palm, and the lord of them all, The Mangrove. Now in those days, all the trees lived on and were close to the ground and soil beneath their roots. They let some rain fall from the sky to nourish them with water, but none of the trees liked the heavy rains or flooded ground. The water elements were jealous. They missed
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