Junk Drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
We are poetry in motion The Giant Arc A serendipitous discoveryBends the cosmosOnce spunAtop the head of a pin A curtain of galaxies hemmed to the black Curves into a smileYou’re here Welcome to the pointA way station, a rest stopa long space and time Before moving on Beyond where star gasesOnce so compressedExplode to ignite What stands betweenthe possibility […]
Read More The Giant ArcPoking fingers trembling into the void of reason…
Read More A Ladder to SaturnThese are not new lines…these are ancient fissures…
Read More Linesvapid wishes drift…
Read More detachedOn translucent pins
________ knitted from scales
I tread lightly
Burr oaks and sugar maples
ancient, barrel-chested sentries
staunchly line
…No fear for the time
when our sun
is vacant from the sky
no fear for the day
when the button’s pushed
that will annihilate… (play and download this song free)
I found her
in the folding and unfolding
of a fitted sheet