01 Saturday Apr 2023
Posted in poems
Down along the tracks, where perception is right or wrong-sided,
the world is made of lines so thin they could be imaginary, whole dimensions
in the mind like fairytales, like the wishes we learn to live for.
AgreeingReality, like ocean waves,depends on factors both deep and shallow,but mostly upon sufficient amplitude,there must be enough “there” to be …
ChaosIf I had been a sailor, stranded, night after night on the open water,with nothing between me and the emptiness …
Today was a wish for escape fromhalf-baked promises and manufactured hopes,release from the dark swan of ambition,the devices we employ …
First light, the end of sleep and dreams.As the music of the day plays in my head,I begin the usual …
Reading WittgensteinI think what he means to say is each thing speaks for itself,and can be known by its history, …
What dim frontiers, I can barely dream of them, yet,they are in my mind,they are my mind, the way a …
A Theology of Love It is so much easier to think of the quicksilver of our lives,to cherish what we …
“I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossessed people. We have seen it.” from “Grace”, by …
We have done what we wanted,chased our dreams, broken new trail, cookedover an open fire. We have our lists of …
Poetry on the run 