Category Archives: Poetry

I didn’t mind the volume or the tone – fidelity was no big deal for me – but I made sure to set the clock to drone me early up, so I could shop and be at work ahead of … Continue reading →

The waitress didn’t look that old to me but I was using eyes no longer young, and as she talked of her large family her years derived their number from her tongue. Her thinning hair was process-toned and -curled. Her … Continue reading →

The sky this morning leaks upon the ground, extending chilly dampness down to me, implying nature woke and looked and frowned: Now that’s a cheap pathetic fallacy. The matter isn’t fog – what irritates are puppies whining, clients wanting work, … Continue reading →

She aims for where she thinks she wants to go, succeeding more than often to arrive, but sometimes it’s the journey in the know; instead of her, the process makes the drive. And she is looking backwards in that case … Continue reading →

Have I remembered everything I thought I had to do? And planned to do them well? And started doing? Or will lessons taught by time speak forcefully enough to quell the nag that’s ridden me since childhood, and override the … Continue reading →

If I were but a mediocre poet and loved an existentialist like you, I’d find the words to make the whole world know it but as it is I’m not, so which is true? Am I in you discovering my … Continue reading →

If I had died a dozen years ago, I could have taken fantasies intact with me into the earth, and never know the pain of my illusion meeting fact. I’d be remembered young by everyone who knew me long enough … Continue reading →

I would have read a newsletter today while I unwilling willed myself to work, except the train-borne wind chased it away too fast for me to follow. With a jerk of final gusting strength, the funneled gale that blew before … Continue reading →