Everybody’s Talkin’ (Thursday Doors)

What brings you here, now,to photograph my visage?Do you think me enchanting? Perhaps enchanted?How can you know what magicI possess, what spells I cast? The air is chilled, cloudsvariable as clouds willbe. My face betrays nothing. I passed by this rather severe looking window guardian the other day, and it did seem he was giving … Continue reading Everybody’s Talkin’ (Thursday Doors)