Kneeling by stream water to swill out the sacred wine vessel with water I see my reflection in nature as a Tudor but with no real desire to sit high on the hill as a monarch or even kneel before those I would later betray for golden horizons as a perceived pauper. Next time, when … Continue reading The Sacred Vessel – Fraudulent Monarchy
A finger dipped in water makes believers want to follow down the aisle of the church thirst for the devil. A finger dipped in wine makes the users want to sip the vin de pays first then down the moscato. A finger dipped in moonlight makes guitar strings crescendo before giving the vibrato another note … Continue reading #4 – write a poem
As a young man I broke away from my sheltered upbringing by leaving the lakes and beaches of home, heading to the ruins of Dresden with a notebook and a backpack sized for a mule. I met a premature mentor carrying a guitar and possessing a shaky voice. With the promise of hat money, and … Continue reading Dresden, Germany
Francis Erich McElroy 