Waiting for the day to begin •
the dark book covers of the night Continue reading →
To be contemporary is to rise through the stack of the past, like the fire through the mountain. – Mary Oliver Continue reading →
the tears that carve us deepest •
run down inner walls to dark pools Continue reading →
Turn on old TV: •
I’m just needing a good cry •
pass me the tissues. Continue reading →
The start of April is enough to make anyone a little confused, but somehow in posting that just-pre-April-first poem, I confused myself as to whether I was on day the first, day the second etc. So I’m trying hard to … Continue reading →
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do, and always a clever thing to say.
