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
Jacki runs a weekly poetry contest on Twitter. Today she sent along these remarks. I’m cryin’… pic.twitter.com/k2aNQUImFT — J.D. Greyson–No DMs (@JDGreysonwrites) July 21, 2021
Were I to gatherthe rarest of woods,matchsticks in multitude,and vintage amber lac,I would set to the building of that Strad,its secrets laid bare by an angel. And in its voice … Continue Reading In memory
~That night of cold rain, drizzle-trickled on my windowpane. The dark car, half-noticed at first, circled the block like a slow and ominous fish. Dimly lit inside. A Nautilus of … Continue Reading Nautilus
To us they come, as elusive as vision’s veil. Osmotic they seep into clear blue sky, cocooned in the wombs of their dream-home and, as quickly, wink out. They know … Continue Reading Saucers
We are sleeping citizens in a realm of unending light.
Of late, he takes good care of me- that man with the hand in the darkness. He is perfumed with loam and grassiness, and says ~Stay down to this Earth. … Continue Reading That man
I am one for snowy story scenes. For slow walks through the safe streets of Tokyo, abandoned in the rain. For bumper cars, pedal to the metal, connected to a … Continue Reading I am one
In market’s bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don’t need.
In 1922, Barbara and Owen Flynn from Strathmore, California, found a little mountain enclave called Camp Nelson. Following the example of their … An Oasis in a Mars-scape
In an anxious stepping dream, a scruffy old pup (three-legged) said “Thank you” into my ear as I held his hand on the stairs. Down a flight (in the waiting … Continue Reading Disturbed, I nodded . . .