slumped, socks and flipflopssnacks nearby, a can of wolf brand chilihis backpack stashed under a tablea corner chair, upstairssnoring lightly in the quiet section an exhausted seat of questions:does his bed not suit?does he have one?what four walls, or lackthereof, give him no rest?if he needed help,would he ask for it?or would he go onContinue reading “The Man Asleep at the Library”
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June
At dusk the birds havea lot to say to each othereverybody has a lot ofcatching up to do, aftertheir busy days Perched together at last,there are meals to recount,close calls with danger(in the form of snakes,or cars, or cats)new friends made,who has hatchlings andwho is still waiting The evening fills up withtheir noisy chatty banter,soContinue reading “June”
Wreckers
Shore birds with thearms and legs of industryrushing gush for tidal plunderhalf blinded drownedby beating spraysteam and groanon the horizon with theheave ho of group effortalways the sea willreturn to wash overwhat remains This is the final ekphrastic poem from the exhibition of Turner paintings at the Kimbell Art Museum earlier this year. HERE youContinue reading “Wreckers”
The Ariel
Lashing out, fair rationsthe slap and stingof salt waves mixedwith snowice and fire, a cold burnswirl and tumult ofupturned cargo and soulsnearly founderingwith progress breathlessfor the suffrage of a new life This is the second of three ekphrastic poems I wrote at the Kimbell Art Museum during their exhibition of Turner paintings earlier this year.Continue reading “The Ariel”
Waterloo
The field of death illuminatedLight suspended, in suspensionpigment in medium,applied, brushed and varnishedbut not glossed – so much lossat what costBy their own lightthose who could not fightsearch for signs of life Wandering in suspensionthe crowds pass inmuted tones, hushed and dimmaking their own inspectionframe by framemostly weighed by ageand time, and glossedby the wonderContinue reading “Waterloo”
Missing
He sits in his usual place, a sturdy ocean of calm waiting. Heavy repose rests, stoic, in his lap, unperturbed by the silence humming in his drums. Gone is the beat that fanned the fire, the flames from his mouth; someone turned off the gas that combusted in his internal engine. A stroke of badContinue reading “Missing”
Live from the beach – a video prompt
The beach is a poemIn sand and sun, waves and timeA poem without words Greetings from the beach! How about this – what if the video at the top of this post was a poem prompt? I don’t need it now, because I am there, but I’ll need it when I’m back home and daydreamingContinue reading “Live from the beach – a video prompt”
Summer Bees
It takes the bees a while to findthe blossoms on our treebut once they do it sparks a hiveof raucous bustling Honey drunk, they buzz all day long,gathering while they mayadding notes to summer’s song:they sing of endless days Summer! And also I’ve been reading some Emily Dickinson : ) Thanks for reading!
Fog
The night fogdampens soundweighs it downso it can’t riseto tap at thewindow pane orwhisper shoutin my ear The night fogturns normal nineinto mysterious midnightsecretsbreathing onthe glass toexpose ghostwriting leftbehind byunseen fingersletters lingeringin the dustfor time to find The night foghides darknessand throws backlight, a shockof gloss throughthe frosted mistthat fightsthe odds topoint the wayforward JustContinue reading “Fog”
Night Train
I listenkeenly tothe train at nightlow rumble growlingrolling through the hourscarrying away my dreamsfire breathing thief in dark robes Thanks for reading!
The Poetry Patio 