Poetry

The Suitcase I am waiting for the rain to stop but it won’t let up.The clouds came in before sunset and now there’sno telling whether a sliver of light remains of this day.My ex-wife came...

Spades Eight eyes face inward,an imperfect squareMeticulous tick marksA careful scribeFifty two cards,twelve face,thirteen spadesDealer shuffles,a sliding bridgeYou splitKnuckles rapConfidentNot enough for blindDealA flurry of movementCount’emWe good?Good. BidI’ll go nillThe hell you willFour eyes lock,a...

Purity Two dozen Purity Roses. The aroma embraces themLike an aura. Frederick hands them toKatherine,Five years ago. Now she stares at his pictureWhile sipping watery iced tea. And talking with their daughterWhom they never had. Something New and Hopeful Pushed off...

Inner Flow Nothingness could be difficultMirror could be painfulSilence isn't vulnerableSitting still isn't idleHealing isn't necessarily joyfulWisdom isn't just jawful Simple is so beautifulReal isn't just relatableNaked is very naturalNature is living spiritualLight & dark are...

Stranded. My mother’s bones are like the bleached carcass of a cow whalewho confused by signals in the Sound could not find the way to the open sea – nature has no pityall things are born,...

The Migration (Stepping Stones in a Cangshan Mountain Grotto) 1 Last night was a dream of you crowned by daisies. The European and the beautiful The Greek gods. Of course, you weren’t there when the sun blared DONG , and the great bell...

In the Wind Over the ridgeWhere we came of ageWhere we saw the endOf forgivenessAnd the slanted windScratching tracksAcross backsOf forlorn beastsWhere we graspedAt strawsAcross nighttime starsAnd wept for the sorrowOf every tomorrowIn the wind A...

Torquay Summer 2023 Summer Twenty-Twenty Three is bigSo many peopleParked cars wiltingScorching hot, glinting windscreensTowels, chairs and boogie boardsDogs and Eskies Not many hatsUV Index is Extreme Bikinis are tinyG-Strings minisculeAbundance of fleshBottoms bouncingSupremely confident Acceptable on the...

A Lullaby For Home The floating white fire in the night sky dimsAn outline looms, is golden-hewnAcross the crag, beyond the cloudsOur home seen in the horizon. It’s no mere delf, a realm at the hilly...

tourniquet heart early morning coldspring sunlight yr sisterdragged through town by yrmother’s boyfriend and one of themlaughing and one of themwounded shadows of silent buildings anddying trees and you were15 when you escaped i was 22 when...