Tag Archives: C.J. Prince

Soul of the Northwest

  Big leaf maple,  Acer macrophyllum, leaves shine sugar coated. Alive in a hundred shades of green, I am the Northwest, soul of the planet. Catch a raindrop. Tip your chin up. Drink sky water. Splash into the lake. Mystery lies … Continue reading

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If She Does Not See you, Do You See Her?

If She Does Not See you, Do You See Her? The woman in the mirror is not trapped in the looking glass. The pond, still as a gravestone, does not reveal her  reflection. C.J. Prince ©2016

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The Lord of Words

  The Lord of Words clattered to a halt in his rickety wagon, shelves askew, quills and ink, old type settings, dictionaries and thesaurus.  Just as I reached for an ancient tattered  binding, he urged his nag forward. I have … Continue reading

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Attending the Dawn

  When did you first listen to the tale of Kephera? In your grandam’s lap or at the feet of the goddess? No life exists without the Scarab god Kephera. Each day he rises from the dung heap of horizon … Continue reading

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A Kenning of Bones

      She ken his foot-rhythm but did not turn. The opal of the night would reveal him soon enough. Before stars succumb to Kephera’s gift, they will stand unwoven, sink to silent moss. Throats cannot contain ecstasy. C.J. … Continue reading

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Unmentionable

    First morning thought— I could die before he does. Simple. I could. Then he can accept death. C.J. Prince Copyright 2016  

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Braids of Cruelty & Bliss

  July is the cruelest month. January, a celebration. August is death. October, change. February, new born lambs, castration. April shouts hope and pollen. September, things are not equal. March, beware the lamb and lion. December, luminaries in snow. October, … Continue reading

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