This perhaps is how the Fairy Tale SHOULD have been told –

Once upon a time in a land far away…a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.

The frog hoped onto her lap and said:

“Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell on me…One kiss from you however, and I will turn back into the dapper young prince that I am! And then my sweet we can marry! Oh, and then we can set up housekeeping in your castle…with my mother…and you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes…warm my bed at night…bear my many children! And forever feel happy and grateful to do so!”

That night –

As the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed FROGS LEGS seasoned in fine white wine, garlic and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:

“I don’t fuckin’ think so!”


June 25, 2010

Blunt stones

half hearted
in elements of water
yet are something of it

as the river runs them over
sulks and dribbles
along the curled
lip of the bank

leaves smell dank
and brood in places
the sun never sees
here, moss is the shades
sodden carpet

the stones are dormant now
later they chatter in flood
whisper old stories of the mountains
have prophecies and forebodings of the ocean

and just as the lift of the
butterfly’s wing on the tip
of a boulder can whip up
wind to a storm out at sea

so too do the stones
overcome water and
make the boundaries
of the sea