5Oct 2016 Bruce McRae

Wines of Power

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Finally, the gods were reduced to the odd bit of glare, to silhouettes and shadows, to a few fading and distant jeers. And so light, a single pharaoh ant could... Read More
editors note:

We wish! Wall Street, Madison Avenue, Military Industrial Complex moguls; gods still laughing. – mh clay

14Jan 2016 Bruce McRae

Looking Up

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Diffident starshine marred by cloudware, Orion testing his bow, bull’s-eye Earth adrift in its own juices, time’s cauldron on a low simmer, Luna fretting offstage, not usually one for fluffing... Read More
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Astronomy 101; pious platitudes muddled by big-bang ideas. (We welcome Bruce to our crazy confab of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of Bruce’s madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

26Jun 2015 Bruce McRae

One Day

One day nothing remarkable occurred. No rivers ran red or economies collapsed. Not a single sparrow seemed out of place, the sky still blatantly apparent, some rather ordinary clouds banking... Read More
editors note:

The day when absolutely nothing happens; ’twill be a truly remarkable day. – mh clay

24Jun 2014 Bruce McRae

Moth To A Light

Suppose angels drift like salt or gracile jellyfish. That at the core of an infant’s cry armies of angels reside. That angels are a peculiar lot, flitting like moths around... Read More
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It’s new weather for me. Those black water men are all wet; tired o’ them. – mh