Poems

Steampunk Lies that Lie

I hate books that deceive with golden gears embossed on sepia sleeves, with titles like, “Her Majesty’s Robot” or “The Clockwork Twin” luring one into a world of gleaming ticks, and then it turns out that the plot just focuses…

The Ballad of Dr Jekyll

(as first performed in Stevenson’s Music Hall, 1886) Oh, my name is Doctor Jekyll, and I am a fancy swell With my weskit and my top hat, and my coach and four as well My patients all are dukes and…

The Ship with Green Feathers

Like shade that moves, the flying groves pass with majesty’s grace. You cannot see the smoke from her stoves, so gentle is her pace. Over our heads, covered with leaves, the ship is on her road. Each of us watches and silently…