Category Archives: Poetry

The drivers never stop for anyone on foot whom caution bids to hesitate. A light ahead has no effect; they gun their right extremities and race to wait. Pedestrians are somnolent and pale, too likely to ignore or waddle, swing … Continue reading →

As soothing as the forest is, its shade a shelter and its streams a melody, as lovely as the meadow is, displayed by vegetarians and poetry, we recommend the desert emptiness or take ourselves above the timber line to see … Continue reading →

A clumsy brother at MacArthur woke too late to exit well – he forced the door one two three times, as needlessly he spoke to someone asking did the seat or floor retain possessions none of us could see. Conspicuous … Continue reading →

“I loathe your laugh,” my lover said to me and I should then have pushed him toward the door, for love becomes impossibility when it demands that you abrade your core. Instead we argued, haggled, made a word an effigy … Continue reading →

As sour as a lemon is my mood and murkier; a lemon is more clean. I’m battling an acrid attitude, besieged by crankiness and feeling mean. But here’s a treat I didn’t think I’d have: a 5-car train provides me … Continue reading →

You’re looking terrible. I can’t believe how many of you people aren’t fine. I doubt that God is trying to achieve this unattractive blandness by design. You’re somnolent, and you have blotchy skin. Your hair is dull. Your fingernails don’t … Continue reading →

The morning minutes get away around the list of my select eclectic jobs. I rise to write and exercise the hound and me, but something pressing always robs us of ten minutes here or thirty more to tend the house, … Continue reading →

Commercial culture coexists with this – a scripted settlement in parallel, with automotive atmosphere, the kiss of poison fast food handling and the spell of household toxins. Pulled by ads to buy unworth to eat unhealth to dream of gold … Continue reading →