In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied … Continue Reading Getting used to it
Refuse in the oceans. God’s things caught in its mire. In a come-lately penance, I think of small atonements, futile fixes. If a poem had power, had sway, or could … Continue Reading Asleep in sway
They come to hurt, at inopportune times. Finned and fishy notions, marauding like sharks- hammerheads in teapot oceans. I’ve a head full of dark, as I drive. Under a rainy … Continue Reading Out of control
As if the deck had been shuffled by some calculating clown, we were thrown together. More than once. More than thrice. Our two wrongs. But, oh! You made me blush … Continue Reading Serendipitous
Dreamt figmentspushing the day’s white envelope; conducting a march of left-footed circles. I am no Joker, I do not think. Image: https://pixabay.com/users/spiritbunny-16389/
The immediate- awash with musts and can’ts. The distance glitters.
~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
Endings today- A small thing, as if hit, flails its last on the hot roadway, its doubtful heart and kicking legs wanting only to run, to run. And I have … Continue Reading Nonchalance
An Aria for the Sky A Hymnal for the Earth An Anthem for the Ocean A symphony for the Sun *** Image from Pixabay
We sleep separately (good neighbours that way) I plug in and am known as Vader. The motors of her snore are like a cheetah’s purr and, of late, she reports … Continue Reading Two rooms
I have threads, vignettes. Some fleshed out. Others at loose ends. This unseemly train has lost its brakes- can’t stop at ancient stations. Those sad confreres are left stranded, waving. … Continue Reading The speeder
I tasted shampooas I lay in the dry tub,all bones pill-broken,noseblood in rivuletson porcelain. And my desperado thought:Come to me now,for I cannot reach for youany more.
~Raindark cobblestone. Walk in sheen of gaslights. The cold. My gloves, galoshes. I’ve left his door at last. His fist, threatening-but never again, now. His silence bought. I have done … Continue Reading Free at last
City bustle- swimmers in the deep air, all alive as bees. Urgent fetchings, bound soon for night homes. Closed curtains, cold hearths. *** Image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/stocksnap-894430/
~You must pay attention to what calms the animal. If you are afraid, stay back. But if you will, approach slowly. Let them see that your hands are low and … Continue Reading Becalmed
Said the floating head: ~ Tonight, look out over this rippling lake. See those who swim on their backs, just beneath its surface. Their eyes are alight. Their spirits bright. … Continue Reading Commandment