Dream
If you come at all,you come to me in a dream.A deep, violent, summer dreamof memory, humid to the touch. Yet you exist, elusive as an eel,and I awake as…
If you come at all,you come to me in a dream.A deep, violent, summer dreamof memory, humid to the touch. Yet you exist, elusive as an eel,and I awake as…
While very few people actually do visit my site, they are a multi-lingual bunch. I am like Hasselholf in Germany! A less popular, but infinitely more talented version of Michael…
Criterion is as might be. A nickel in the pocket,trousers zipped tight,a lonely seaward journeythrough Van Gogh’s night.
Would we ever but to embraceall that remained would be effervescent,human and altogether commonplace.
Styleforth forwardstings like a rusty bayonetin the deep waters of the Atlanticand the cold presses closelike an imaginative vixenin a Dicken’s novel. Crymy beloved,the injustice is there, not an apparition,not…
In the interest of full disclosure, I give you my poetry from back in 1996, when I was writing pretty consistently with less than brilliant results. This was the beginnings…
How will this end?