Month: November 2020


Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the passings by. On a day, I thought to write lines with hooks and sinkers. A thing to underlie, a thing to fill this tired camouflage.



There were phone books as thick as a board I never believed that showy strongmen could rip one in two In those days we were all laid bare ~our addresses~ ~our numbers~ It took no temerity to look us up to call us We had to pay for privacy Now we pay detectives to find […]


Sleep tight

The sleeper’s in want of a whirling fan to mitigate the noises of the settling night To knit a womb of warm and snowy static that gloves in syllables ~We are on guard~ ~We will see to care~