Halloween

Halloween {- poem stone riley creative commons 2020 the creds are at bottom -} Nov 2, 2019, 9.27am eastern time. The worldwide Climate Grief machine’s been cranked up 300% just overnight and you probably have not noticed yet.Hello folks. Old software engineer and activist-poet here. This is true. I just heard a very good interviewContinue reading “Halloween”

First Time

First Time {- poem stone riley creative commons 2020 the creds are at bottom -} November 2, 2019, 9.27am eastern time. Delicious, I said.Today in the store there was a Young Personstocking big firm fresh plump grapes,large produce table heaped with them.Sweet as I plucked two more and sampled them.Teeth sliced thru them. Polite busyContinue reading “First Time”

Retiring Soldier Washes Up

Retiring Soldier Washes Up {- poem stone riley creative commons 2020 the creds are at bottom -} It’s a home movie in a barracks. Big old naked hairy Retiring Soldier,big old naked naked man, Lots of muscle in a kind of workman way,and practical use of body fat, smiling,his male genitals of normal size however,Continue reading “Retiring Soldier Washes Up”

First Degree

First Degree I took initiation First Degree Wiccan Witch, few years after I first came upon the movement on the magazine rack in a Hippie store, general goods in a cheap-rent Boston suburb, neighborhood on the bumpy Orange tram line. Near the store, up the block, poor Girlfriend & I sublet a room with aContinue reading “First Degree”

The Three In British Lore

The Three In British Lore {- poem stone riley creative commons 2020 the creds are at bottom -} A philosophic note on mythology. “The matter of Britain” That’s what scholars call the King Arthur tales – and have done since the Middle Ages at least – as if that vast dense web of scenes, charactersContinue reading “The Three In British Lore”

Slogging Thru

Slogging Thru {- long poem stone riley creative commons 2020 the creds are at bottom -} Our moment was the famous Athens barber shop. The lone survivorof a missing merchant vessel stumbles in,the barber knows him, Begs the barber clean his ragged tick infestedlousy hair and beard for old time’s sake,his stinking armpits and rottenContinue reading “Slogging Thru”