Author Archives: Martin
In the autumn, with leaves burning, safety as children running embers floating in the air. And I am burning leaves again. The tulips i puled from your garden how you say me hiding, behind our pine. Eyes wide. Knowing that … Continue reading
When we are brave enough we are not present we are simply in a wrong moment Between key strokes and dramatic elipsing lays our raging moments, against the dying of the light And we feed our platform as it feeds … Continue reading
There are moments when you are alone in a place of human geography peopled with many strangers, and every one of them – looking at you in side glances – knows you and your heart And there is no water, … Continue reading
I held your hand as you sighed, chest heaving caving and rising, that old cadence, that old chestnut rag. “God is a bastard, a true SOB,” I told you, patting at the sweat breaking beads on your brow. “Your mother won’t … Continue reading
“It makes my panties wet, When you get literary like that” So I locked eyes with her, And slowly mispronounced… “Proust”
Wallace Stevens quickened at 46. I may yet make order on some beach or another.