17 Sunday May 2026
Posted in poems
The buzz of ripening
bits of zeroes
bursting mineral energy
fires the story
to hammer and forge nothing
into sight and sound:
visions, intonations
of the eternal.
Words foraging the world
make a point of view
people the near and far
with thinking, feeling,
imagination:
a kind of enchanted movement
through the landscape revealed
in the bright light of speech.
Downtown’s in a shambles of airwhistling past brick and glass.Herds of clouds rustle over,shadows roll acrossconcrete, steel, macadam,the river of …
“…where candense, straw-strung fleshcry to for its essentialanswering other except beyond,way, way beyond the starpoints resolving into galaxies.” Antithesis, A. …
Is love a reality we made here ourselves – and grief – did we design that? A. R. AmmonsA cliff …
A river works hard to return to the ocean.Eroding its own bed, dividing, cutting,discerning its way, deep, into the parent …
Once more the geese are arriving in lines of code,neatly arranged, elegantly tapered,announcing the passage of another season.We arrive in …
This relentless rain,each drop falling singly,distinct, nameable, yetstill, a piece of the delugein suspended syncopation.Imagine, the beatof a hummingbird’s heart …
RhetoricThe speaker made changes, some required, and then some others.It became quite a story. A mechanical marvel of moving parts.A …
This is their place on the beach -open air, wood, glass, polished marble.She stares through waxen light into a sky …
Today is a wish.A halfhearted promise of escapefrom the dark swan of ambition.From all the contrived hopes and desiresthat scaffold …
Poetry on the run 