Poets
Awareness comes on like an atmosphere. A delicate mixture of humours and gas condensed from the chaos of space. It …
Monthly Archives: November 2014
Memories I Once Knew
In my memory their voices are too much for a child’s ear, not overly loud or harsh just full of …
Dust to Dust
This is a rewrite of an older poem because I’m feeling the angst of a global meltdown… The …
The Random Art of Beautiful Days
When the telescope came in the mail the first thing I looked at was my brother’s eye. It was a …
On a Road in Maine
On rocks at the veritable edge, lighthouses standout in refraction and reflection. Outliers beaming sixteen miles over serried …
A Short History of Violence
Kitty Genovese (Murder 1964) She became ash, gray, smoldering, then cold, white, windblown. He smothered her in blood and semen. …
Poetry on the run 