Gaia’s Memoirs No.25

Gaia’s Memoirs No.25

April showers fall.
Romantic earthworms surface.
Little Stints have lunch.

Little Stints Image: John Dempsey

Little Stints
Image: John Dempsey


Gaia’s Memoirs No.21

Gaia’s Memoirs No.21

The phalanx musters.
Thermals rise in the Levant;
Pregnant, winter waits.

Ciconia ciconia, The White Stork Image: Wikipedia

Ciconia ciconia, The White Stork
Image: Wikipedia



From behind the face,
Instances impact between
Eternity’s drips.



Volcanic titans
Flain by Gaia’s elements,
Land of sheep and bards.



One white and one black,
Against a grey, cloudy sky:
Monochrome moment.


Don’t be Silly

For a billion years
This earth has recycled life;
It belongs to us.


Golden Kill

Rabbit watches hawk
Swooping down to catch a mouse…
Alas! poor rabbit.


More coming soon…






A claw to gouge the craggy feldspar face,
A fang that’s meet to chew the brittlest flint,
A scale to thwart the cleaving cutlass trace,
Through sparks and brume your fiery eyes a-glint.
Behind hooked-claw, a jealous rage serrating,
Behind sharp-tooth a taste for mortal flesh,
Behind bronze scale a thrown-down gage awaiting,
In scathing eye a hungry look of death;
And looming on the threshold of your parlour,
Intent to raid and steal your hoarded treasure,
Two-score and ten of juicy men in armour,
To satisfy and stay your hunger’s pleasure;
For thirty-days you’ll dine on manly grub,
But where to put the bones—now there’s the rub!