#sundaypoetry - YEARS
YEARS Ice, wine, Valentine, Murmur me your dreams of sleep. Restfulness, I know I felt long ago, between stairways and stained knees. I...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - LOW TIDE
LOW TIDE THE TIDE GOES OUT LEAVING TINY BOXES OF COPPER WIRE EACH READS A STORY FROM YOU TO ME, IN A POEM BETWEEN TWO DOORS WHEN OPENED,...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART V
V WE TAKE SOLACE IN THINGS OF THIS EARTH LEFT TO REMEMBER: OLD CLOTHES IN PLASTIC BAGS, A LOCK OF HAIR YOUR NAME, SCRATCHED IN THE PALM...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART IV
IV AND IN THE DISTANCE, TWO PERSPECTIVE LINES SWEETENED BY THE TIME YOU SAT IN THAT VERY SPOT FOR A PHOTOGRAPH AS WE WALK THE RED DOOR...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART II
II BLACK ICE BLACK ICE TRANSPARENT THROUGH THE TREES LINE THE PATHWAY; THE ROAD TO THE LEFT IS LIT IN AMBER GLOW, IN ROWS OF FLOWERS. A...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - DEPARTURE
DEPARTURE DESPONDENT, BY THE WAYSIDE I FEEL YOU BESIDE ME. APART FROM ME, YOU ARE A PART OF ME I CAN FEEL YOU ARE GONE, I CAN TELL YOU...
SUNDAY POETRY #3 - I LIVE IN MY CONCRETE HOUSE
I LIVE IN MY CONCRETE HOUSE A CONCRETE HOUSE HAS BUT ALL TO BEAR ELONGATED BY THOSE LINES BUT HEAVY WITH SITTING WEIGHT WE COULD POKE...
SUNDAY POETRY (ON EASTER MONDAY)
I KIND OF THOUGHT EASTER MONDAY TOOK THE PLACE OF SUNDAY THIS WEEK, BUT I NOW DISAGREE WITH MY FORMER SELF. MY FUTURE SELF WILL STICK TO...
SUNDAY POETRY
MY WORK HAS ALWAYS BEEN INFLUENCED BY POETRY. IT MAY IN FACT BE ABOUT POETRY. WRITING AND READING POETRY IS KEY TO MY PRACTICE, AS WELL...
