• poems at 64

    so men find a lover men who write poems of joy have found a lover men who at 64 write poems of exaltation at the wonder of the universe have found a lover whereas women who at 64 write poems of quiet splendour have found themselves have rejected male company in favour of books have Read more

  • ARTillery

    What if you have a really big gun? What if you have a beautiful gun full of love and noise, elegantly constructed, cleaned and oiled and you fire it once in anger, and get such a shock from the recoil, the smoke, the awestruck eyes, that you pack it away? What if you have a Read more

  • happy song

    Modular Metals Chickenwire ceiling Dad kisses baby Sesame Street silent Muppets stashed sideways Dad kisses baby Ludicrous suit limp on last year’s clown Dad kisses baby Write a happy song Let’s sing along Dad kisses baby Angst & strife Silver knife Dad kisses baby. Write a happy song. Read more

  • Path

    It was the one tremendous smile amid the gruff-mouthed tense-shouldered cockfight posturing It was the one who said yes Who said, Sure, we can be friends—why not? Just like that The one who said Sure you can join us at our table The one who said Come over The one who danced with me All Read more

  • cowboys

    gun now holstered trailing smoke he walks away down the other side dust verandahs his posse flanking him left and right always hits me never kills me my posse wait for me in a distant shantytown at a sidewalk table I bind my wound clean my gun borrow a horse Read more

  • Pen Keep your pen moving. Don’t stare around the room. Green For a moment there I thought the light was green. Empty The purple seat beside me, empty. Read more