Rings of Fire

Rings of Fire, like fingers bristling hair, entice sensual images. These are the images one might find on the weatherman's sleeve, unless he is a liberal and then he will wipe his forehead and declare failure in his quest to steer the storms. Rings of Fire. Curling on the fingers of time, shifting like plates in a broken cupboard, the Rings of Fire will shake even the mightiest foundation. Spring is still aloft where no weather balloon will be mistaken. And we wait to bust the sod with supra-terrestrial tools...

Singing Throat Nodules