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…
My son’s cleaning up his room and I’m not really glad. He’s cleaning up his room and it’s raining clothes and crock… The washer’s running amok, the dis…
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…
When my imagination moves off it seems incredible, astounding, like a church that walks away, a holy place that plays hide-n-see… a blank canvas with a paint resist…
My cardboard sign carves out a tiny piece of footpath to call h… My cardboard sign shamefully decla… “homeless” and I look down a t my… as you stride past, reading but no…
Sly the Sullen Troll sat by the d… that was his bed, under the bridge… and sighed. He stared at his lonel… since he was alone with no friends… since they left when he took a lov…
I won’t talk about it. I won’t fucking talk about it. I really don’t want to fucking tal… So much needless suffering, and so many unwarranted deaths.
Envelopes with gaudily printed car… meaningless mass-produced wishes, cheques to fly to the momentary mo… Books instead of love and tight smiles instead of belly…
The air around him was welcoming, his words like quiet music pulled me in, relaxed me, hugged m… He claimed my eyes with his own, wouldn’t let them go, I’m sure he…
I dream of Washington or a place… I dream of a place where the sun i… and the rain is sweet, where the w… of the trees is old and guarded, t… the floor of heaven.
There was little blood, which came… After the initial acrimonious terr… by which the boats were stopped the men (with accompanying women and children) were dismembered,
The kookaburra is laughing in the… and I’m deciding to view him as th… that appears in the song I learned… —!!— rather than the annoying jackass t…
The morning brings the cockatoos clicking and clattering on the rai… waiting for the morning feed, eyeing off the company, non-human, just birds. Light yellow crowns
Can a poet raise his head from the… these days? Can he take in the com… Or would he only be able to say, “the world is too much wit… They all seem to say the same thin…
I think you’d been drifting away from us, even before you ended up in this sterile hospital bed. But you seem to have caught