Eternal Father Bless our Land,This Land of Hope and Glory, guts and gut-wrenching storiesMay we be free not cheapened or weakened as we seek a life of seeds and flowersKeep us free from evil powersBe our light through countless hoursSurround … Continue reading
Composers and Mistakes when I see the evening,with it’s ordinary sounds and shapesso full of unbelievingcomposers and mistakescoming in-something wakes,and I begin. what I can’t affectis getting colderas I grow older,retreating inside-I could be your wreckif I was bolderand called … Continue reading
Vitality of Literature Subtending void,vanished time,actualizingmy absence. Sempiternal wordscreated life —please preservemy presence. Motion & Stillness in Rustbelt City (Buffalo, NY) Seeking the heart of a citymay be a false quest:is not each human heart,each structurein the built environment,each shape … Continue reading
Vitality of Literature Subtending void,vanished time,actualizingmy absence. Sempiternal wordscreated life —please preservemy presence. Motion & Stillness in Rustbelt City (Buffalo, NY) Seeking the heart of a citymay be a false quest:is not each human heart,each structurein the built environment,each shape … Continue reading
Rush Week Thinking now Of the barbaric rites Of our young days, Fraternity rush at Chapel Hill, A kind of ritual mutilation: Invited, I suppose, because I’d been to Boarding school, but quickly turned away, Not at all like them, … Continue reading
The regular tap of my stick pauses as I lean over the stone wall and contemplate the swirling dark below. As my breathing steadies, I fumble in my coat pocket and locate the engraved hip flask, one of the few … Continue reading
A fissure divides the town. On one side houses in perfectly arranged rows, green spaces manicured, plants located by design, straight lines, undisputed symmetry, the Garden City laid according to intent. Scuttling across the rift, shoes echo … Continue reading
Flakes fall, a lead glitter in terminal weep among mouse skulls, asleep in a fantasy heaven. Deep eyes hold their coal in her resting snow, a taffeta landscape of dead love, caged by spiders’ palaces woven from a heart-wool cloud … Continue reading
I went to an island, a world populated by strange beings, machines of meat developed for … unknown fetishistic purposes. I asked a retile creature, ‘take me to your leader.’ We cut through harsh forests I saw many strange beings … Continue reading
Golden Smock Vibrant colours and geometric printsburst from the curatedand manicured environment.Fanciful flower stemsand lucky turtleslovingly adorn a plain corner.Intricate patternsmade with mathematical formulas.A randomly placed,colourful floor tile,next to a gumball machinecatches her eye,and her mouth curls up on one … Continue reading