Composting Earth’s been composting for centuries.Ted just hastens it a little.That wire-mesh bin is at the heart of it,five-sides and shiny wire,cut and assembled it himself.Twigs and roots, grass and rotting fruit –he stirs it together like making broth.Sure the … Continue reading
A Man in Neutral I won’t cut my arm just to see myself bleed.Nor will I roam the cemetery trails,as if the dead are the perfect company for the likes of me.Not that I’m about to take up dancing.Not with … Continue reading
Must be my lucky day. Look what I found on the sidewalk in a small Midwestern town at the turn of the 21st century. It’s almost midnight. The one street light is swinging like a pendulum. I saw it gleaming … Continue reading
A roller of fat cigars, the hefty guy whose arms are inked with devils and angels, short-skirted women showing enough leg to start the dogs barking, and an old lady selling flowers – I have ignored them all just to … Continue reading
A box of old record albums –Billy Joel,Donny Osmond,The Eagles,Partridge Family –ugh. And the covers are worn,the vinyl is scratched –no one’s going to buy theseeven at 50c apiece. Same as that ratty Cabbage Patch doll.Or the Miami Vice lunch … Continue reading
Humiliation barely registers in those downcast faces.I dare you to imagine where they come from,feel the beatings, suffer the horrendous rape,then watch the beatings, the rape of others.When were you ever woken up by soldiersin the middle of the night, … Continue reading
BEACH DAY Summer’s here, blue and cloudless, hot and steamy with the sun at full throttle. A gull perches on a wooden pole, feathers ruffling, blood dot on its beak. A pelican scoops some sea up in its pouch, sloshes … Continue reading
In At The Kill Pigeons on the rooftops, a body of prey, hawk claws grip telephone pole, take a hundred different forms, a picture perfect pose the right way to measure – look up, a symbol, changing at the blink … Continue reading
Tell us about your journey towards becoming a poet. Sometimes in my early teens, I had made up my mind that I was going to be a writer. I tried just about every variation on the written word over the … Continue reading
Talk is mostly small talk. Despite all I’ve done, all I know, I can’t get by the weather, her sweater, how she’s done her hair. I don’t understand why it’s all so awkward. It’s not that I expect us to … Continue reading