God save the Queen
Dreams, I’ve had, and thoughts in broad day, now, of doors both shut and locked. Of bridges, burned or broken. Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars, cleverly cartooned. A safe distance. But … Continue Reading God save the Queen
Careful now
A trusting soul is long in the learningof candor’s proper place. For betrayals rankle still,confounding the hardened heart,Their memory an accretionto its jealous husk.
The church of research
May I do this with your arm, you said. Not ~Can I~, but ~May I~. And then, with your hands, you pressed down hard into the years, prying up stones … Continue Reading The church of research
Bereft
Oh my Thin Cat Cut loose and let fall with a cry With a cry
The bones
Write when you have the bones. Right when you have the bones.
