In America I learned/ about a starter house,..
Category: Poetry
Ghost of February
Snow clouds pump overhead, turgid mix of low nimbus/ in serious grays ash slate pewter hues...
A Planet-Shaped Vase
On a no school snow day / playing ball in the house / I broke a fancy vase ...
Too Many Hearts to Feed is a Truth
too many caged hearts too many boundaries/ overridden too many of us want to hoard little swifts/...
Clothes Kill
You can now drive for miles on dust roads / that were once part of an abundant seabed...
Another April?
We slash and hack and burn, hedges wasted, trees slaughtered, wildlife afflicted. And yet another April.
The Apocalyptic Vision of a Beast Put Out to Pasture
The dispossessed came to live beside us, naturally, in cities and towns, on shores, on hills, above bowling alleys and in cheap apartment blocks ...
Sapling
This beech sapling, sprung of its own accord from the parent tree, is old enough to join its mother in the leaf-change...
Confession to the High Priestess of Nature–if She Exist
It's a bitter wail, An enduring whimper ...
Our Ending Days
We are always predicting our ending days, not now, but just around the corner