Childhood
We are the children of memory, which seems so unreal now, when childhood a distant dream. It’s hard to imagine you once were young, it’s...
Hard Currency
Not all pebbles are in focus, not all dreams are still there when you wake, not all memories retain their luminosity, because life would...
everywhere the gray-green
Everywhere the gray-green came up to Meet the dying winter sky And the trees amongst them Were heavy with longing for The Spring that...
Good Poets
The poet is a procrastinator. He goes out of his way to find other things to put his mind to. The poet knows everything else he does...
pontificatorily (final stage)
i wondered if you had the time of day it wouldn’t suit you if i did and so one swears that, after all of this un-going, this is where it...
Pontificatorily (stage 2)
Where then have all the beleaguered thoughts disappeared? They tarry into yesteryear. What state of such recompose has lingered in that...
Pontificatorily (stage 1)
"Pontificatorily (stage 1)" how do you say to say? how doesn’t one forget to rhyme? i’m not wearing any clothes today, am i? it wouldn’t...
in spite all my intuitions
one couldn’t count on fingers and toes the things that help the poet disappear it’s the will of a man that keeps him walking not the...
a breeze on the air, a blue sky
“a breeze on the air, a blue sky” He sees birds playing through the trees and remembers they exist and hates their freedom. Two lovers...
dandelion parapet
“dandelion parapet” whimsical shoes remorseful they don’t walk more a cup worth of soup making love on a cool spring morning to a tin can...
