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from Going Along… Conversations with Coyote

Magic in Mayo

“You say that as if unicorns are real,” I responded to Coyote one afternoon. Conversations with Coyote can be far ranging. “Well of course unicorns are real. It’s not like someone just imagined them,” he harumphed. “If unicorns are real, where are they?” I asked incredulously. “Mostly in Mayo last I knew,” he responded. “They disguise themselves as sheep, saves them a lot of trouble.” “Sheep,” I said, “when we were in Ennis you were eating the sheep.” “Oh, those were totally ovine, and very tasty. I’d never eat a unicorn.” “Glad to hear it,” I said. “Yeah,” he said, “those horns aren’t just for show, and magical beings never taste good anyway.”

from Luminous

Snow Moon

The Snow Moon rises
over Portsmouth Harbor,
admires her reflection
in the waters past Kittery,
and tucking a stray cloud
behind her ear, sails
away to meet her lover
beyond the White Mountains.