Dark, Dark the Wood Through by Charles Lyman

Dark, dark the wood through which owl shadows soar in and between the canopy leaf. Fleecy cover veils a dour moon, visage of distaste, more likely disregard. We fly in dreams and change not the world. Our night chills do not the tides increase. Yet, waking we are changed. What matters when deer and possum…

A Question of Geometry by Charles Lyman

Then the dragonfly flew, squaring the corner, came up the ramp toward the door of the portable classroom — a low, hovering student enrolled. She pivoted suddenly, shunning my handshake and greeting; sharp corner before flying back over the sidewalk.  She measured the smooth cement squares length by width, squaring her corners to match the…

Ravenous by Charles Lyman

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before….” — Edgar Allan Poe Nietzsche didn’t get virtual reality, the benefit of mirrored aviators when fighting the demons of oneself. Becoming monsterly while combating evil shows a decided lack of lyrical aesthetic.  Dance in toe…