Issue Three

Spring 2012


King Alfred’s Cakes

They cling beneath the dying ash, a troop
of mourners shucked in black. Each year
another cerecloth forms and serves to hide
the primal spore. Paternal growth becomes
entombed within itself; but when exhumed,
the grey concentric feathered rings, once spewed
of ink, rekindle long dead flames again
and raze the ancient tree to ash.




John Nash

carved stone

peacock fractal