Words off leash…
I believe I have kept the words on too tight a leash. I am strangling them and they are in …
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Like an ultrasound, the beginning of a new poem…
Just playing with my camera, and my elephant…
Immaculate Conceptions
Oh I wish I had the words the words the words the words to make them see the anguish destruction …
– I Am Not A Silent Poet –
What Remains
I have stopped winding my grandfather’s pocket watch. The angle of the sun suffices. I no longer use a compass …
A Poet to Follow…
I have just started following this poet Nina Lewis… https://awritersfountain.wordpress.com/ Follow the links and read: Bomb Damage, Girls on the Ground, Weapons of …
Sunflower with Bee…
Industrial Monday
Over at along the interstice it is a day for Something Industrial. In that spirit I have been moved to look for …
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
I once tried to emulate this poem with one of my own about the desert. Thirteen Ways of Looking at …
Poetry on the run 