Dust to Dust
I like to put this one up now and then so’s we don’t forget our imminent demise – Happy Friday… The …
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In the Life and Death of a Marriage
Some things were beyond redemption. Others were simply lost to carelessness. So many of the important things were given away …
Here’s a very good poem by Milosz…
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“…and a child shall lead them.”
Something was needed, a weight bearing substance or a strong back. Only children answered the call. Only the children …
Walking the Fence Line
The petals have dried and fallen away. Only stems and seed pods remain. I call them daisies out of habit …
Absolute Desire*
Thought springs forth. We are here, cumulating a past, projecting absolute desire as self; mysterious self? Mystery is rock, is …
Letting Go
The mirror, too full of reflection, fogs in this cold, cabined air. Blowing the night’s embers, drawing a small fire …
An Aubade
A lamentation for the coming of the light… The day comes on, relentless in its rising. The bedroom reeks of …
‘I Am A Rich White Guy’ – First Person Pronoun
An addition to the previous post In the Third Person…please bear with me. It all comes good somewhere down the line, …
Another Season
This season is gone, trailing its pungent remains: leaf rot, mushrooms, uneaten fruit decaying back to their elements, covering the …
Poetry on the run 