Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

The Lake Bed

At my ankles
bloated beasts
drift on tides,
dreaming. I stalk
the waking
luminence lurking
near them,
among the reeds,
amidst the mud
of this fresh
water reef.

One Small Step

The facade emplaced
like a moon flag, wires uphold
what’s let of her pride.