or both the majestic and fallen oak were once acorns
When a small boy
an old woman
who sat in the snug of the local pub
said to be as mad as a hatter
whispered to me in three huddles:
I should mimic animal, bird, and insect noises
to help me better understand
their feelings in different situations....
stories and poems
about fairies, goblins, elves,
forest trolls, wizards and witches
other gentle or mischievous folk
perpetuated by old wives throughout the ages
should be believed....
that The Divine
is too divine
to ever be contemplated, especially now
with the end of the World being nigh!
Scared, I ran all the way home
Now I'm an old man
I sit with my mask on outside the Internet café
watching clan elders twiddling their ta'wizes
A nervous tic causes me to