Stones, Shells and Other Lost Things |
Stones, Shells and Other Lost Things Two years dryasking empty skies for silence.This blandness I can stand,only the cluck of stones already turned in rivers now run dry.They moor in parched gumsand q...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 14:59:00 GMT |
Night Birds and Other Apparitions |
First the fig trees outside the kitchen windowcuffs against the sillnext the white cat by the open door,the gulls and all night birdswhite bellies lit and quenchedby the halos of streetlights--evening...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:08:00 GMT |
Delphic Child |
silly fool, naive fool--
to any door, half-open,
I come running
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:40:00 GMT |
The Mighty Bospherous |
Bospherous It has a name, which it speaks when I forget--too bogged by self-pity or regret to give a proper introduction. In low tones, surely, like the shushing talk of lovers,in the slow swells that...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 18:03:00 GMT |
A Brief Eclipse in Istapol |
Four O'Clock and the sun began its painful tapping out, submitting to the hulk of dark that hunkers, even now, above the Bospherous. In a last show of bravery, the weary star sent a beam up along the ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 14:39:00 GMT |
Poetry..... again |
Once again, just a draft.... be gentle.
"Divorce"
Who balked, who slipped back hopelike a mouse running lint through the ankles of the house
Back through the body of the baseboards, the skin we...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 14:46:00 GMT |
la poesie, take deux |
Revision of previous poem, plus new attempts at flaunting genius.
Dialogue
I.
You cannot fix a thing with words.They are not band-aids.They do not reach with artful thumbsto close the ruffled ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 13:24:00 GMT |
la poesia |
Alright kids, this is still in the process. If anyone has an informed opinion, let me know. All you hoodlums who don't like poetry (aka, Emily), you can bake something. And send it to me.
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Posted by on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 22:16:00 GMT |
