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A Letter 3 Apr 2012 | 03:13 am
I, who scarcely know you Wrote a letter to you In which I said that I love you And that I'm missing you And later that day I rang you And spoke with a woman not you And she spoke with assurance about...
Me 3 Apr 2012 | 03:10 am
My body is long and thin And full of veins that blood runs in And my heart is a drum-box that is always beating My stomach a monster that must be eating My brain’s a tyrant that must be obeyed Now, i...
First Car 13 Dec 2011 | 01:28 am
My father wiped the sweat from his brow. We were in town for shopping, It was his first car, The year: 1964. In the mirror, sweating in shirt and shorts His seven-year-old boy, Two women talking in ...
Memory 30 Nov 2011 | 05:52 am
Opening the doors of memory And wandering with an exhumed desire I carry like a wound the lovely memory Of you along the dark street in the dawn. Across fences and between telephone wires A damp mis...
A Water Rhyme 22 Nov 2011 | 02:15 am
A fishing disaster, two men in a boat - One look at the hole and they said: It won't float. And as they drifted from the shore Both were knocking on death's door. Swimming made no sense to either,...
Writing 18 Nov 2011 | 09:22 pm
The writer writes like a knife, Slipped into flesh or upholstery, And smoothly with a sideways motion, Slipping skin from bone, cloth from wood. It was always like this. The 'bloody man' who bursts ...
Shadow 17 Nov 2011 | 07:08 am
Unencumbered now of dreams I sit, a grey shadow on the wall. The day passes till it seems Earth has no light at all.
I Walk Outside 15 Nov 2011 | 08:26 pm
I walk outside and lizards run Along the wall out of the sun; The cactus fence that stands around Sets broken swords to guard this ground; I sit and read a book of verse Knowing I have written worse;...
Untitled 14 Nov 2011 | 11:44 pm
The Child is father of the Mouse
The Tree 14 Nov 2011 | 08:42 pm
The tree danced in the wind: Such subtle interweaving of distended things, Such hidden motive as the wind breathes. What orchestration had ordained the way In which no twig or leaf but was assigned a...
