the heat is off the east wall
so the spider gets busy
after RilkeContinue reading
Down in the channel the tide inhales and
seaflowers fixed in the surge and swirling
rush wave frantic at tenant fish tripping. Continue reading
(on receiving my new glasses in the mail this last Thursday)
Gently placed by transient seraphim
the focus snaps and pops – the citrus grove, Continue reading
A seiche over flat water Continue reading
Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
waking with the self (still)
an unanswered alarm raucous
The old men talk about Skopje at the pool where
I do my twenty. Drum-tight bellies becoming boulders.
Swim? Never, but they can’t wait to get their gear off and recline
– bronzed Aristotle and pupil – on the warm cement. Continue reading