Category: Martin Ricardo-Jones

Atop Craigendarroch

I stitched and capered a sinuous ascent through the ferns and treacherous granite traps sharp as you like Knavish roots and vines snatching all the way at my…

Triptych

three sons of Uusimaa washed upon a foreign shore. the first shrugged and grunted and planted himself fast and there toiled to build a house rooted in worldly…

Volta

she’s charming software so exquisitely written each byte perfected mark you her plugins are tough to strip from my registry. Written by Martin Ricardo-Jones

Persephone

Otherworld child emerging restored to set a gentle lingering squeeze on leg or arm. And so it begins: The way you clear food from your teeth with your…

Solstice

What brittle, keening wind is this that stings our ears and dulls the fingers? The coachman of the foulest season whose kiss lingers on bloodless, frigid lips. We’ll…