Larry LeClair

Yard Birds Timid now A scruffy few Softly in the underbrush Look on Recalling flocks As light as air And no fear #poetry

Canadian Foreign Affairs In the shadow of Colossus Massive and unmoored Sleep what sleep we get Within striking distance Of a shit storm at a train wreck Just south of here

"My Friend, you're depriving some villge of a perfectly fine idiot."

Creativity I inhabit the space Between Your next thought And your last Sit quietly Hands folded Curious to see What you are about To become

The Quality of Mercy What you dreamt that night All sweat and clenching sheets What came out of you then Sweet as the night is sweet Is not gone It hides among the children Waiting for you To turn around

The stream grows wide Yet the brook has narrowed All that cannot be becomes All that is relents All that held me now dissolves The space I face retreats I see a darkness Rolling in and know I am not moving thru time Time is moving thru me

Leaving X felt like fleeing on horseback, leaping off a cliff into cool water, swimming off while an army of snarling Orcs could only look on and sneer. Sort of.