Month: March 2024

  • Clapper

    Clapper

    Bells mark time, warn, call to prayeror action, mourn, stir, enchant the air,warn those on foot of what’s behind,announce real…

  • Bob’s Music

    Bob’s Music

    Bob asks most people to call him Robert.“Bob is gone,” he said to his mother,“he doesn’t exist anymore,”but Jane insists…

  • Le petit oiseau

    Le petit oiseau

    “You smell like onions”she’s got her scarf around my neckour lips hold each other’s breathand we separate.  “I do not.”There’s…

  • You are no great kings

    You are no great kings

    You are no great kings. Charlatans escapading in a quiet man’s affair:  I wish snow would fall fasterso my footprints were…

  • Not all that Glitters

    Not all that Glitters

    2024Oil painting on canvas

  • Book Review: “Songs of Seven Days”

    Book Review: “Songs of Seven Days”

    If “Songs of Seven Days” is your first poetic encounter with this writer, you might be forgiven if you’d quickly…

  • Oriyume

    Oriyume

    (from Japanese 夢 (yume, dream) + Japanese 折る(oru, to bend, to fold)) Water can refresh you orjust as easily drown…

  • Linear

    Linear

    I am no longer linearat least not for this momentinto which I seem to have squeezedseveral other moments unexpectedly I…

  • A Month Without Rain

    A Month Without Rain

    What is there to be saidabout the humble foxglove?That the flowers that arebeautiful can be deadly, too?Commonplace. Like life, theweight…

  • It Did Not Snow

    It Did Not Snow

    It did not snow,but the jackdaws aregathering noisily,filling themuffled chill.Untranslatable.Are they content toremain frozen, too?With this time in between?To watch…

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