Category Archives: Poetry

I’m trying to imagine being you and I can’t find a place inside for fun, a room for play, a window with a view horizon-wide and open to the sun. Instead I see you crouch around your core, a bulwark … Continue reading →

Manipulation is a two-edged blade that cuts for good with puppets, medicine and toys. Its nasty aspect is displayed in mob convection, seething from within but powered by an outside agency; or scheming mates who have an axe to grind … Continue reading →

An oval of compounded dope as white as pharmacy and not prescribed for me I swallowed with a sip of water right before I started work, and now I’m free of pain in head or neck. Unpleasant smell I have … Continue reading →

Too many days but not a lot of time will pass before I hear your voice aloud, before we soar beyond our prose or rhyme, before your back is arched, my neck is bowed, our hands are moving where they … Continue reading →

Come – ask me why I left my mother’s womb. (The answer’s absolutely need for space.) Considering the question in my room and on the streets, I look in any face, at every posture, spy and listen, scan around me … Continue reading →

Of course there’s no connection to record: coincidence perhaps, but not Kismet. These small events are surely best ignored. You’ll doubtless disregard my words, but let me say my daughter first felt life last night, and then she dreamed a … Continue reading →

We cuddle babies properly when we conform their chests against our own, and raise their scented scalps to meet our lips. They see a face, they feel a heart; this holding plays a vital role with infants or the ill. … Continue reading →

Dehydration The air is dry, and so am I within. We set our clocks to standard time, and yet the temperature’s too warm for fall. My skin is parched to paper and I’m wet with sweat but nothing else: no … Continue reading →