John Lunar Richey
something of crying skies.
Evening tears which lie soft and white
upon the frozen mountain peaks. Dormant,
unforgotten dreams awaiting the sun's
allowance to rush Springtime streams with
cascading torrents of ghostly memories.
She wanders NYC sidewalks which buckle
and crack in the Summer heat. Roots
exploring beyond concrete—wandering
pastures as well—harvesting wild mushrooms
into mind expanding rainbows as we trip
through Times Square's neon kaleidoscope.
Shes has her own reasons for speaking
to the circling birds of migration
as they fan into geometrical patterns
across the cool, crisp blue Autumn skies—
chirping and chiming of their future departure
to the ravens who caw back to be left alone.
She watches Winter’s grey skies billow.
Foreshadowing the Clouds of Darkness.
Northeast winds which whip rain and snow
Atlantic's surf ashore—
dancing whole hardheartedly with the moon.
instinct of her Nature.
John Lunar Richey has
writings published in Rolling Stone, Genesis, The Mammoth Book
of New Erotica, The Journal of Erotica, and The Best of the
Journal of Erotica (the latter two published in the UK). Lunar also
works with Lunar Ensemble (word & music projections).