Sweet west coast breeze

And ocean air

Please cure my ailing heart

For while my love grows close for moments

All the world keep us apart.

-Victor Tinsdale

What shall I tell thee?

Shall I tell you of the day?
You walked and spoke there
I only knew the day for you

Or will I tell you of the night?
You saw it hurrying on
And didn't pause to admire it

What use the day or night to me?
If all their glory is known to thee
And telling thee is vain repeat
What then, my love, shall I tell thee?

-J. Thadeus Richie

You are the Clouds Love

You are the clouds love,
that only fools would
have a share.

You are the bits of
bright luminous flakes.
A stolen stare,
forcing my gaze to pan across
the unforgiving light

You are the breaks,
and shards of shiny,
gold gleams

The brilliant pieces
that keep me spending,
every last speck of sense
I have

Gold glitters along
the horizon's bend
and I'm stolen by greed

You are the clouds love.



-Leonine Westburry

Ardent Absense

A monument stood erect before me

Behind I sensed the qualms of earth

I knelt beside the garden bleeding

Arms stretched out to gage it's girth

Around me crept unsightly creatures

Seething sorrows in their wake

None to miss mid morning's mackles

None to try while yet awake

After simple silence stewing

I thought recall my better seat

After all, the time's sweet ruin

Lay in shambles at my feet

-J. Thadeus Richie