Category: Hybrid

Darkness Fell (Poem by Nancy Christensen King) “Darkness fell, not the dark of a moonless or cloudy night,But as if the lamp had been put out in a dark room,”Wrote Pliny the YoungerAcross the Bay of Naples, a witness to the doom. At the foot of Mount Vesuvius, Italian souls laid toilBuilding on the mountainside to…

My Joyous Crown (Poem by Nancy Christensen King) Calculating and deliberateAs Flamenco dancers’ feet,You tapped and stomped upon my heartControlling every beat. Frightening, yet soothingLoyalty became,A necessary melodyMy freedom to defame. Like a raging fireLeaves no stick unburned,The marrow of my spiritTo ashen ruins turned. Until I could not bearThe weight of heavy hands,A voice…