In a World With No Time for Poetry In a world with no time for poetry we still have to die. It would be so convenient if we could just turn in… read more
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… read more
With a Two-Legged Goat & a Flying Fish Who I’ve become after all my adventures on land is a seventy-one year-old man who fa… read more
From the Soft Rope We Are / UK visit 2007 THE UK VISIT included, besides the two presentations in Norwich (Friday the 13th at … read more