Category Archives: poetry
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.
This is just to say that I am in the back yard there’s a red breasted robin feeding 5 feet away, a woodpecker upside down at the same feeder and a burning red cardinal sitting not far above. Their songs … Continue reading
i keep thinking that there’s this room i’m supposed to be in and it’s all white and glowing a little, and my gown is matching and my knees are up to my chest my head is shaven and my feet … Continue reading