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
Oh my Thin Cat Cut loose and let fall with a cry With a cry
Write when you have the bones. Right when you have the bones.
Sweet Memory then and now As venous as a leaf As cavernous as a lonely heart
In churlish dream, ragged clouds of storm, bruised and tumorous. Have I lived enough, done enough, loved enough? Must I take the knife?
It’s a long shot, but here goes… A friend of mine, who is disabled and on a fixed income, is desperate to find safe and affordable accommodation in South-Central Ontario. … Continue Reading Someone needs help
At water’s edge I plied the sand for vacant shells and stones to skip, so flat. There, there was a tree that had given up, acute in its angle, embarrassed … Continue Reading At the beach, in morning fog
This blind alley The horde of the golden calf carries its standard on high Lemmings thinking they are lions while the meek and considered are too quiet too long Condemned … Continue Reading Leading the blind
A diving moth caught in venetian rays, like a bedside meteor. In soreness of spirit, I chew on thoughts of old romancers, closet dancers.
I look up rugs and pads. Imagine measurements and the weight of heavy things. A spoonful of white dwarf. An anchor. To be here, and not to fly.
2:43 a.m. and I get up to pee. There’s only the night light, knee height. I shuffle arthritic, steady the wall, when a white thing bumps my eye like a … Continue Reading A white thing
Give me your hand, Love, in these cold rooms of doldrum. Give me your hand, Love.
You know, don’t you. You can tell. I sit in the greenery, but perceive only symbols. All of its inhabitants seem impatient, as if to chide me for this microscope … Continue Reading Stewing in the green
On a night,a web walked into.The sudden shockof snapping spidersilkgloving the face and earswith stacatto sounds.I think of distant fireworks,and sweaters pulled from the dryer.
The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my mouth fills With the … … Continue Reading Empty, Within
The sun’s in streamers Caloric redeemers Limbic in their sway Iambic in their deepened beat of day