Somewhere in the Remote Arctic
Somewhere in the remote arctic there’s a vast sea of oval glaciers each set as if in ivory and extending across the expanse as…
Poem Before it is Written
POEM BEFORE IT IS WRITTEN Before this poem comes into being or rather in real time just as it’s coming into being it already…
He Wanted to go on a Long Journey…
He wanted to go on a long journey so he closed his eyes and started counting his bre…
Aesthetic
AESTHETIC Poetry is what can’t be said any other way Verse is thoughts searching for poetry 8/23/2004 (from Cooked Oranges — …
New But it is We…
BUT IT IS WE A ship is laden with pearls each one previously strung and it’s going to dock in your harbor and they’re…
On the Road to God / Ghazal
A MAN ON THE ROAD TO GOD I met a man on the road to God with the intense face of an owl –…
Infinite Clarity
Five nights have gone by and not one owl of poetry has hooted to me out of his tree Three moths fly in the…
Ghazal: Opalescent Soul
As humans we have so many things to look after – our nails – our hair – our hearts – our transcendent souls –…
A Visit with Mr. Blake
William Blake across from me sits here insisting on whatever it is he insists on and a great red cape opens up to show…