Ode to Merce
So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...
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Breakthrough
Watching cement crack Why is this so entertaining? Is it purely sensory? Listening to the chalky rubble Feeling it chunk away with my eyes. Wow – This rock of man And its ubiquitous stubbornness...
Gourmet Spam
Good morning — I hope you can join me tomorrow Your kind attention; please do not be surprised by my email I have a question that I hope you can answer for me The...
Labor of Love
Poem Whatever I did I didn’t do to impress. It was me being what you gave to me. The science to what we achieved changed our culture. Nourished by what believed To be a...
Seeing You
I see you. All the parts. Even the ones you don’t think you show. I feel I hear your soul talking to me, revealing the essence of who you are. I see it. In...
Reflexivity
I set out to write a poem, and turned out a cliché; a pretty little cliché, like a rose but a little better than just a rose; not a red rose — like a...
Watching Too
Freestyle Poems Late into the night it watches me doing my necessary duties, complaining on the phone, reading in bed, setting my alarms, making preparations for the coming tomorrow, like an estranged lover...
Two Minutes Silence
Hastings is bustling. Only teenagers and night workers are still in bed. My new cardigan compliments that circa nineties look I was going for. The rain starts. I follow the herd towards Priory Meadow....
Sinking Spirit
There are days when I am in the light Yet it’s arms cannot touch me Days when there are songs of laughter And my soul cannot hear My mind runs too fast in reverse...
Contemplations for a Sparrow
I have some contemplations for a sparrow When you perch Wrap your claws around Do not flap your wings Perch The wind will rustle the leaves And you may judge yourself clinging But in...
