- Photography by poet Duane Locke
MOONDROPS
Mother moon cries. Eye-weeper.
Earth’s waters replenish her tears.
Mother moon cries in great travail.
THE TWIXT & THE TWIDDLE
Coal-black armor on midnight steed.
Swords clashing in the heavenlies.
We lie between twixt and twiddle;
seeking safety and understanding.
THE THIRD ALICE
Asleep, the third Alice has
appeared in the third Heaven.
Her unglorified body flits
easily into celestial spaces;
haunting heaven thru desire.
Awake, she is weighed down;
the temporal demands of life.
The third Alice sees the glorious
flash of white wings encircle her.
Hears pure knowledge whisper
to her spirit, “soon, but not yet.”
ALICE PARRIS
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