(after William Bronk)
back then was much the same
the scope, the skies:
blues and greens, scarlet cloud-tops
the moon electric on the washing line. Continue reading
midwinter (out my window)
dverse
Decision tree
in Frost’s wood two paths diverge
— life/regret as
Bayesian algorithm. Continue reading
Into the blue (the Tomb of the Diver, 470 BCE)
winter trees incline
a wall disappearing Continue reading
on this earth
an ancient comb in the Met.
animals parade across an ivory page Continue reading
admirable words on hand, always
Like all writers, I like words. I keep a list of admirable words on hand and every so often I’ll pick one and say aloud, ‘Yes, quiddity.’ Continue reading
Slippage (Quadrille)
o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
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Floodlands
1.
out of nowhere
a swollen wash of silt and logs Continue reading
fix
— tap (dripping)
— gutter (also) Continue reading
understand
my pain moved in — new to the house but familiar — he strolled down the hall with the swagger of an agent on inspection day, tutting at the artworks, the bourgeois trappings — Continue reading
O beautiful day
Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list). Continue reading
