Welcome to the Country Airport, also called the Loveless Hotel Would you care for something to drink? Ultramarine or Blue for their colors passing through us? Fire aged by Rosicrucian in the basement? Perhaps a light hors d’oeuvres on the funny side, or otherwise something more substantial – unholy sonnets or serious concerns? Our specials… Continue reading Welcome
In Krause's fields the berries lie 'neath Fraser Valley's June-blue sky. They fantasize a fate of fame on platter for M'sieur, Madame: "Discriminating -- come and buy! "Or if you ring us round, a pie with glistening glaze to glorify we're fine with that, or set in flan," from Krause's fields. July sun swelters... "Hear… Continue reading Berry Season
Their luscious flesh is over-rated Dripping juices leave you sated But an hour -- then stale-dated Past the prime is garbage fated. Though my plumpness has caved in My form encased in wrinkled skin Still, concentrated flesh can win At sweetness over tree-branch kin. Young sisters ripen in the sun Flaunt roundness but to me… Continue reading Dehydrated
