Fay Zwicky wrote in her journal o… “I see the poet as a seismograph o… I had considered more arcane expre… over the years, such as the poet a… but I rather prefer to think of my…

The almost silent Hog is fully si… The last smile has left off dancing across the great man’s fac… Time as stopped, the clocks will ring the hour of 1:10 this da…

I think I was seventeen when I fi… ran across you, a compact young ma… that adjudicated a debate I was in… The second time was in the church… readying to go away for the weeken…

For years he kept her credit cards… and told her what to say and do. Lately he’d started to hit her, and then he smashed her cheek. The coppers came and took him

Our first real transgression was in the park in the dark, on th… Then later, on the floor while my commitment slept in the next room, snoring quietly

The fall of the leaves of autumn carpet our path, making mud like blood underfoot. Or is it blood like mud

I saw that last picture of you, st… the infamous bunker. It was a blur… that seemed right for the moment,… it seemed now pointless and old, a… You looked over the wreckage broug…

The last night train is a silver a… on the bridge, flickering in the l… of the city then disappearing into the suburbs, the countryside, rocking and rattling up the mounta…

The Valley of the Shadow of Deat… travels through the streets of my… bringing in with it the refugees, the sinners and saints of flotsam. It’s filled with meth heads and ju…

There are so many things forgotten… but only a mere handful remembered… and among those unforgotten ones, many wait, hovering on the cliff o… If I could just collect up all th…

Australian summers are hot, even into the night sometimes, and this night at the Family Inn was one of them, soaking shirts t… Some barely remembered Aussie ba…

I don’t believe in a god represent… by evil priests and false prophets… and spoken of by politicians for p… a puppet for the maniacs of greed. I don’t believe in a god who has

I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.