Burn the Map

...and the atlas and the guide book and the GPS and everything else that thinks it knows where you're going. 'Cause I'll tell you a secret, friend: They don't have a clue.

Welcome, traveler!  Is it a new world you're looking for, or perhaps a very old one?  Either way, your journey begins as soon as you click one of the links to the left (or up above, if you're inclined to the mobile devices).  Think of them as portals to other times and places... I mean, you could think of them as simple navigation buttons, but if you're going to do that, there are zillions of websites you could visit.  But you didn't.  You came here.  So saddle up, suit up, buckle up...  Grab your blaster, your sword, your spellbook...  Basically do whatever it takes to feel ready for adventure and dive into stories where no explorer or mapmaker has dared set foot.  Oh, and I almost forgot...  Where you're going, you might as well burn the map. 

January Thaw

Mid-winter warmth

Sweet smells of earth fill the air

Briefly

With the damp aroma that parodies spring

As the snow-melt

Drip, drip, drips

Down onto the still-green grass

And black mud.

The lie of it

Drawing children outside mittenless

Coats undone

To bound about in heat

That in midsummer

Would be called cold.

Enjoy, while it is here,

That brief sun that warms the frosted ground

Kissing the earth with light long-hidden.

Turn your face upward

Toward the fickle star

That suffuses your closed eyelids

With the firefly glow

Of scarlet, blood-pounding life.

Hoard that warmth you thought you felt today

Sew it into your fabric

That tomorrow’s blizzard may seek and cut and keen

But freeze not you.