John Willy Kopperud

I'm the dragonfly who hovers over your pond.

I'm the dragonfly who hovers over your pond.

- to discriminate between God and the demons of their own.

You picked up one flute, then another, even a third. I imagine you standing on a clearing in the forest flooded by light through leaves as your lips and nostrils vibrate

Yet we rise again above pain and madness, sorrow and fear, poverty and violence, to fight and heal for ages to come.

The clown in the house tries to ride the elephant who'se obviously lost his way. Me, I seriously consider a thorough reading of "La divina commedia."

Should I place this banjo on my knee at Ballywally Castle on The Sea(Side)?

We all sang cheerfully while marching off. Now noone remembers precisely why.

But it's not my doing darling. Please consult the starling.

They call themselves "The Autumn Leaves" and stubbornly refuse to leave us alone "What's next?" he murmured as autumn leaves came up to his door. Posing as autumn leaves they kept

Venus on her bike early one morning

You may have in mind those vehicles some call trains of thought.

will Harpo string himself through tonight?

Seek out the very nearest windharp and go 'round corners of sound.

Every summer I rode my intergalactic scooter into yet another town in anticipation of bed, breakfast, beauty and a beast.

- we'd have no need to watch the curtains intently.

A ray of yellow light from the house far above. Strong wind abuses this shelter down here by the border. Wooden dolls do consequently whistle while marching.

This is the first one, Cain. You may say he proved to be able.

Oh Lord, let that sweet noise bounce from wall to wall for just one eternity more.

across bloodred moons by chance?

as far as the tracks of the wheels did reach while the moon positioned itself otherwise.

- Herbert ... - Yes, dear? - I do hope you haven't forgotten what to do this week? - Of course not, my dear. Come Sunday all the remaining gentry in and around the village must have been

At the age of eleven Pretwüliglinh were noticed walking among Crodhas trees repeatedly in the dead of the night. One of the elders came upon him on a nocturnal excursion. Seated in front of six

The two gnomes in their blue-green hoods were still arguing as the one in front opened the heavy door and bemused eyed his companion. Rays of light flooded into the room as far as the big, solid