
Poem: ‘Oblique Landscape’
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Lovely Dead If I were to let you go who would I show this garden…
_ Where beckons the quiver…? Are there no spirits moving in the air _ …
A Chapter in the WarAppian, 95-165 CEUnder orders from Octavian, the hardened captains – Pansa,…
Rental Motes swirled in windows like stars in The Starry Night. Water stains framed mirrors…
From hospital suite One no matter how the oak ward is word-less the light buzz…
If I Could Only I dream of roses blooming in the sky, of boys with…
Krismastime It’s Krismastime Get confetti Slug wile Midnight Fly heights Seeing worlds beam by beam…
TEACHER I know I’ve made a christ of you the way I gather up the…
The Oath The little hand he holds Is all they could find to give him:…
Old Road Sign The sere severed plywood sign painted a modest white was nailed once…
It was because of Daniel that Mary Ann remembered Tom again; because she’d found out…
Whom You’re Never Told She pleads with her mantras for years—endless In a hill so…
The First of February Well, here’s a pile of puke on a bank of snow,…
Hats On for the Happy We couldn’t go in person since the car had grown…
Calling All Angels Leaves fall like secret prayers— calling all angels September’s having her best…
Holy Hay I didn’t have a chance to show you the sainfoin I sowed back…
THEY HAVE GAINED AN AUDIENCE with the divine. The plumbline is vertical as the resulting…
THE LONGEST DAY OF THE YEAR Lucky gull chicks on a city roof take food…
The Vagabond J.M. Synge, 1871-1909 To comprehend, regard the brutal wilderness to hand. More than…