The large cool store selling cheap… Set out in simple sizes plainly (Knitwear, Summer Casuals, Hose, In Browns and greys, maroons and… Conjures the weekday world of thos…
We are the almond tree, planted wi… A seedling of circumstance yet to… Our roots dig into the earth, our… As we drink in the nourishment of… Like tender shoots, our thoughts a…
Yellow bells blooming spreading go… Blue forget-me-nots compete for su… With pink geraniums and sweet lave… Morning glory blossoming in the vi… Inviting hummingbirds and butterfl…
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
the Way of St James the power of faith prevailed along camino St James rough land akin to rough seas mythical argonauts sailed
Though victory’s proof of the skil… Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days o… But at trouble’s first sign he wil… So the test of the heart and the t…
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun
Ear to the ground; forefinger in t… Wide eyes scanning the heavens for… Fearful and troubled; feeling much… Yet hopeful, in the end stars will… We seek guidance, of our future un…
I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…
a blissful gift a happy moment relish this a blissful gift in the moment joy being alive a day more
Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.
In the quiet of my aging bones, I can sense the rain’s impending a… A symphony of ache and anticipatio… As if the clouds have confided in… My joints, weathered and wise,
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poo… Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one
Now they are no longer any trouble to each other he can turn things over, get down… of things that never happened, all… unfinishable business.
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that’s de…
To think to know the country and n… The hillside on the day the sun le… Ten million silver lizards out of… As often as I’ve seen it done bef… I can’t pretend to tell the way it…
We grew in a traditional household Where misbehaving is not an option Discipline and stern rules we must… But love always an expressed emoti… Six sons six daughters a dozen in…
Ghost we must, seeking our lost selves, me here ~… our ghost in-between. Misty shores of virtuality glaze b… sad souls they bind in tragic unio…
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
timelines a few million years ago humans began to evolve appeared a couple hundred thousand years recent adaptations to survive find us tod…
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
There is, all around us, this country of original fire. You know what I mean. The sky, after all, stops at nothi…
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kn… for a hundred miles through the de… You only have to let the soft anim… love what it loves.
We sit indoors and talk of the col… And every gust that gathers streng… Is a threat to the house. But the… We think of the tree. If it never… We’ll know, we say, that this was…
Once I am sure there’s nothing go… I step inside, letting the door th… Another church: matting, seats, an… And little books; sprawlings of fl… For Sunday, brownish now; some br…
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black b… Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean– the one who has flung herself out…
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
Atropellados por la Pampa suelta, los raudos potros en febril disput… hacen silbar sobre la sorda ruta los huracanes en su crin revuelta. Atrás dejando la llanura envuelta