Percentages
He was so certain (says The Book) that when the day was done, the giant wouldn’t be alive.
Song of Caliban
“Though slave to him I plan to kill, From here on in I mean to do the things I will…”
Occurrence
“Last night, the winds went wild at war, their gusts and gales made chaos swarm, and then . . . they weren’t there anymore.”
Poetry
CRITIC
The black-capped skull obliviously alert
(My stare had not yet caught its yellow eye),
His head jerked left then right.
Between each stab: the hooked neb, pricking at
An upturned breast, its puff of ...