The Magic Unicorn

The unicorn is magic. I dreamed of unicorns in Istanbul. It is very ancient.

The personal fork was invented by the Byzantines. Then our teeth changed. We developed the overbite. We bite off more than we can chew. This is a prose poem about the golden horn of Turkey. Also Byzantines. But really unicorns.

Here is a prose poem about the unicorn. From my manuscript in progress: Dream Dust.