More Than A Glance
Too much to be sick of, too much waste, lives in graves too early even for heaven’s grace. There …
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On Being The Center Of The Universe
It is lonely at the center of the universe. There is just the one thing, human or God. Yes it …
Open Water
Dreaming of past encounters, trying to predict the future, it is the only way to tack into the wind. In …
Albatross
Such beautiful lovers as I recall, they became indignant houseguests. It was a paradox, rain on a sunny day. …
Evelyn Francis McHale
The final conversation on the ledge circles around, a seemingly indifferent hawk until it spots the luckless fish sucking at luckless …
Agenda
It means one thing with work something else with age and so on through all its catenations. The windows close …
Too Long In The Sun
If I sit quietly enough long enough you may say something like, “When I was a kid back in…”. But …
Asleep And Awake
Caught on your roots. Submerged into you. I descend once more to sleep in a clearing deep in a forest. …
The Journey
At first there is loose gravel. A handhold is hard to find so I scramble, crawl really, until the hills …
Windows
The windows of this world, we stand behind or in front to look in or see out. When the rain …
Poetry on the run 