I would be remiss if I should fail, To poet-waffle on the deep blue sea. Like spring and love and motherhood, Musing on the waves is obligatory. I would lose my sole qualification, That of wistful gaze and ready pen, Should I refuse to torment the ocean, Exhausted muse of countless men. But it’s hard [...]
Let’s do ground rules! Remember in primary school, the teacher would give you butcher’s paper and textas and ask everyone to come up with classroom rules, and then say that we were more likely to follow them if we made them up ourselves? That would have worked beautifully if we were actually allowed to make [...]
Because summer was so late and long, They have hung, bulbous, on the plant. They are full and aching, with deep clefts and cleavages: Huge red summer lamps. They are curved and full, proud and dominant: But their fatness, fullness, fleshiness Is just what I want. And it is the first cool day all month. [...]
