(Sestina on Sonnet 60)
How like
us, between waves. Continue reading
humour
threescore
A piece dedicated to my on-going hand therapy.
And for your pleasure here’s Leonard Cohen going ‘no more a’ rovin’ (lyrics by Lord Byron) from a favourite album Dear Heather.
Sea | Flowers
Down in the channel the tide inhales and
seaflowers fixed in the surge and swirling
rush wave frantic at tenant fish tripping. 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
Self-doubt in the expanding universe
O beautiful day
Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list). Continue reading
Love song
…of the Powerful Owl (Ninox strenua)
:
(a)typical silhouette V-shaped
flies on super-soft-silent
(into buildings, cars, transmission lines) Continue reading
Abecedarian
The sound of mowing
I
rises from the back blocks and playing fields Continue reading
