Poetry

Underground blues
I sing of happiness in little things a daughter who puts lipstick on my face the smile of a stranger when she sees my hat the dream of reading a poem to you one day the quiet jazz music they play in my café the traces of other minds on my computer screen the taste ...
Where’s Bob?
I leave the guitar and Bob's voice to your imagination; singin' volunteers and suggestions welcome! Bob, where are you Bob? Are you staying in bed, did you catch the flu why is it so hard to get through to you? do you have the blues, so many writer would love to walk in your shoes ...
envy is not a sin
before you got published, you were jealous of someone who did when you got published, you were jealous of someone who got a second print when you got a second print, you were jealous of someone who sold 100,000 copies when you sold 100,000 copies, you were jealous of someone who won the Booker Prize ...
we hasten not
it is high noon and the bright fruits shine in the air is a promise of decay we let the sun pour its old light on us and bury imagination in warm smiles we save up for higher seasons, for longer shadows for deeper promises and gentler declines slow and infinite are our thoughts, we ...
rough sleeper
near my home is a railway bridge and I see a man sleeping rough does he belong here? in a dirty sleeping bag spread on corrugated cardboard, a paper coffee cup his current account only his teeth remember his story I, too afraid to offer him a shower drop my coin in his paper cup ...
Age of We
seen from up here there is grace in everything seen from up here walls fence nothing in, or out. they are the dashed lines our children cut along seen from up here humanity is a flock of little birds. we see patterns and leap ahead, 'wake up!' but up here our voice is thin and ...
the joy of writing
self-awareness boils in your bloodstream you feel immersed in the wanton inflation of the infinite hole that homes you, and keeps you dissolving into that heightened state of mind, so you can push the buttons or beings loopiness. now two minds in such a state will smile at each other as two monads, on a ...
Leap Year
Today, let us delay into this world into wishing the world to each other today let us hinge for heaven's sake on a truth untold, like falcons braving the cold air over a silent lake today is a flake of time, a fold in which we can whisper our desires to the precious ears of ...
netpoetry #5
W.H. Awesome. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie enchanted / upon each other's wounds