This skin gets more and more thin, and can’t stop what wants to get in. What’s seen in crowding eyes. What’s under, in disguise. This night life sees the knives; … Continue Reading Pincushion
~All of the old stores are empty now, musty and unused to windows. Locked in a tin room, I hear the circular saw start up, then the screams as they … Continue Reading My fear
~My child What will you take up in your hands and see as good Will you see the falseness of sold things meant as a siren song and worry little … Continue Reading Child of mine
When I begin to speaka learned languageto a veiled world, please know that I have always loved you- my hand-holder, my chaperone.
At bedtime, those dark blooms in her room. In coffee mornings, the dregs of her cup. At lunch, in her rusted car, the depths of her purse. The tunnel vision … Continue Reading In shadow
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
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