These days some days to get through it
you have to turn it all off and
let something else grab your attention
just for some hours, an afternoon… Continue reading →
…a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer… Continue reading →
All winter the gray brown edges
of the old hills roll and flutter… Continue reading →
…We used to stare at our TVs
space launches, breaking news stories
a shooting, a woman in pink
then in black, veiled, as we all grieved… Continue reading →
late day, opening the front door
the door gleams so white, afternoon
the floor is awash with puddles
white pools which fill with three black cats Continue reading →
Cynical realism is the intelligent man’s best excuse for doing nothing in an intolerable situation.
