Posted on February 19, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Postage Paid Mirrors jumble the city, I am lost. Thirty cents, postage paid, I am lost. Streets mood all gritty, I am lost, Board the bus, I have strayed, I am lost. The tower shadow, she fades, I am lost. Signs and shapes, my tongue prayed,[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 19, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Kit How death blends into life, Leaves fallen and mint grows. A modern view of wildlife, A kitten left alone. In your position froze, A stone, a lifeless clone, Your mouth scarcely exposed, Fur matted to the bone.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 16, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Clipped Birds I dreamed of unwritten words, Pairing well with fine Bordeaux, And clipped wings of fallen birds, Fingers wet with fallen woe. My chest sinks with leaden weights, Breathing is a luxury. So, a gin to soothe my fate,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 15, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Lucky Seven Drifting idle through city smog, Shadows move with discretion. Scenting musk of a wild dog, For him I have a question. I see windows veined with rain, All murmurs soon disrupt. This hound! My unspoken bane,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 14, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry The Compass Separate beautiful from God’s reality. Oh! The frontiers of human tendencies! Not one compass, an absence of morality. Writhing shapes atop wooden dependency, Fly your rag for Poseidon’s joy and mercy,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 10, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Death of the Narrator Farewell old Foe, I knew thee well. Farewell old Foe, I can’t hear you. Deep under earth, rot in your grave, Maggots feast, your dust I shan’t save. Scratch at the lid, splinter your nails,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 10, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Camera Camera; The hard artillery. The Artist, With all his bold labour, Could not have Finished this shoot on time, Execute. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Land No drops of rain, A dying dam, Water, my bane. A dying lamb, A dying land, But oh, so grand. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow) A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes, In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse, All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes. Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs, An umbrella for leg and no school house, A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes.[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
