Ransom
Michael Gallagher I would ransom all the years from now till my passingto meet you again. Your sharp light, your innovation. You are my guide in this fog of belief, this haze…
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…
Google Analytics and the Germans
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…
Van Gogh’s dark sky
Criterion is as might be. A nickel in the pocket,trousers zipped tight,a lonely seaward journeythrough Van Gogh’s night.
Shortness is sweetness
Would we ever but to embraceall that remained would be effervescent,human and altogether commonplace.
Style and anchorless metaphors
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…
Poetry from my past and the advent of online publishing
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…