As I try to retrace the course, Of some now-evaporated thought, And retrieve the impulse or idea, From clouds of mental mist unclear, I am bothered by the many half-finished paths, I began to form and then let pass, Into overgrown and dusty disrepair, But when I probe, they lead nowhere; So I suspect each [...]
Though often the crux of conflict, I cannot but admire the suburban rooster, The choral herald of morning’s triumph, In a world of shrill, workday alarms. Crimson-crested and defiant of the myth of the ordered garden, with piercing talons, he dispels the carefully-arranged annuals in search of the squelchy, the scuttly, and the repugnant; to [...]
Seahorse tendrils Intertwine Sweet grasping tails of animate vines; Twist around coral Curl around grass Fluttering, reaching: Tiny tailtips grasp.
I. Tall, and slimmer now, through dedication to exercise and eating right and her two first left-hand fingers; homeworking. To daydream, she can see from her bedroom window now frosts have stripped the roses where Ally is buried — nothing grows there — after she got out and got hit by a car. II. Violent [...]
There is butter on the crossword and steam rises from my mug; it is early morning and the Earth hangs still. Everything may unfold today, or nothing, and both will be beautiful. There is butter on the crossword and my fingertips, and a little honey.
I Clouds of purple milk, and golden-orange glow. Bright and tender colours this is the children’s hour: Stories, and sunset bathtimes and chopped sausages for tea. II Golden-orange fades and pales, Settles into softened peach, Softer and lighter, the calming hour, the clouds glow and melt over the strings of idling traffic. Cars reflect the [...]
It occurs to me with some surprise because I (like you) assume I am immune to such quirks of self-deception; and think more highly perhaps of my perception than perhaps it deserves perhaps; that I really have no idea about now that I think of it much at all. I don’t really know (much at [...]
