(for Kathleen)
A new upwelling
overwhelms the raft of foam, darker red this time
this land is being made and re-made Continue reading
poetry
A Meditation at Breakfast
1. Egg Anatomy / Astronomy
plotted:
ironically orbits a perfect egg
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Ars Poetica (on troubling times)
Whilst some
crave release, a break from the mad rush;
others embrace the cage they’ve made —
tranquility’s some hippy delusion Continue reading
Friday favourites
It’s been a little while but I wanted to share a couple of today’s favourites with you. Continue reading
your touch (a glow in the dark)
at the Cafe
a glance, barely
— the machine glowing, the huff of steam, rattle and grind — Continue reading
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
