Category Archives: Poems
Father, Son, and Unholy Ghost
My father hunts witches studies the occult reads all about Salemdoesn’t let my little sister dress up on Halloweenand always carries with him a Coors silver bullet a garlic glove a wooden crossand a rare iron stake. My mother is a witch I mean that quite literallyfor she rides a broom cooks in a cauldron has a rat nest in her hair studies Mephistopheles makes unholy Swiss cheese prefers the Lions o’er the Saintsand hides her little spells from my father in a dictionary. My sister can turn invisible float across the room bowls with a crystal ball has an undead boyfriendcan mix a love […]
The hornet knocks its head against the hard glass, Flowers bright and friendly on the far frame, Still and sullen air, and screams, on this side. “Kill it! Kill it!” she cries (as against the curtain it caroms), Motioning to me to arm myself with a magazine. Waving the issue before me, I waver: Evolved from millions of pairings for this ending? “It will sting you!” she says, but I am already stung: Trembling, I press it against the pane with Time.
The Village Blacksmith (RPG Setting-Neutral Edition)
My players’ characters are visiting a village smithy, so I decided the local bard will sing this poem as they approach (then ask them for money!). Since our homebrew campaign world is set in Stone Age Eurasia, I changed the references to Christ and Sunday worship. My edited words are in italics. (With apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) The Village Blacksmith UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are […]
The Curse of Crna Gora
History on his head He wore a black mountain kapa Black border, red blood center, white war braid Black for Kosovo Polje, swarming with Turks Red for Kosovo Polje, bleeding his fathers’ blood White for the wars and the strength of his cause A millenium halved in war A mountaineer in love with hate A warrior from Crna Gora Italians had swarmed over the border Had stolen the capitol of Cetinje Now he guides his men for the black mountain “A friend can cross the karst in 6 hours, a […]