Snow Drift |
The sky falls in curtainsand collections of thwarted whistles.Branches cover the marrow of the road.Frost combs soft bright ivory. Smudgesthe tilt of languid chrysanthemums.Meanwhile the birds on the ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:27:00 GMT |
Third of December |
Threshed sky. Hesitation of cloudthe inconstant pattern of thoughts.The trees halt before growing full.A bird that looks like some odd thing,hand puppet of a blue-island child,waits awkwardly in the ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:00:00 GMT |
Brief |
The city was suspended in the sky. Like paperstars hanging from the ceiling of a bedroom. The green sea of fields grew below, all freeand unhinged, uninhibited. No borderto close or bloom to cut.But f...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:47:00 GMT |
