by William Spell What measure of my life do I impart? What legacy is left when I depart? Some men claim glorious deeds to their name; Some say uplifting words will bring them fame. Of words and deeds I could securely boast, But 'tis not these you should remember most. Some build a fortune, accumulate … Continue reading What Measure? →

Let me not lament The words that went unwrit, Unwhispered as between two lovers In the hushed dawn of a new day, In the pregnant cumulous of a summer's afternoon, In evening's anticipation of cresting hours That rise and fall. Here: Through the window of time You might still see me Passing by and Hear: … Continue reading Let Me Not Lament →

By William Spell Love is not lost The way keys are lost, Leaving you unable to unlock doors Or lock the one behind you. Love is not lost The way your phone is lost Needing another to make it ring So it will reveal its hiding place. Love is not lost The way your glasses … Continue reading Love Is Not Lost →

by William Spell Jr. You, curiously curled beneath the dirt I scratched, silent and still, never to flirtAround my ankles in that sidewise walk,Those figure eights beneath my skirt. What great negation sneaked from out the bright?Crouched, waited for the right, oh just the rightTime within time to begin its sly stalk,Pounced, sharp, cold as a … Continue reading Felix Requiem →