Water Tells Stories
A singular current carries the sacred, the perilous, and the ancient world's…
Read more →A mysterious word evokes both storm's fury and troubled men, culminating in unsettling, macabre echoes.
I’m a word which means storm
but also men with a problem.
I’m the mystery adjective, the wham of the fountain
released by one hoof-thud from Pegasus,
the diminuendo
of a waterfall in thinning rainforest,
the musical structure of splash, shimmer,
lapping and licks, the music of what happens
when you open up a hoard
of unclaimed body parts.