at the Cafe
a glance, barely
— the machine glowing, the huff of steam, rattle and grind — Continue reading
Month: August 2019
Lament
Here’s where you’ll stand at the head and at the feet. Your cheeks will be wet, keep nothing in reserve. Continue reading
only rain
(after Williams)
In some future time
the only rain will come
from some billionaire’s eyes Continue reading
The Naturalist
(revised)
1. The Shore
A pelican frame,
the great wings hung,
flight feathers scattered,
elegant bill and sail spoiled. Continue reading
