Monthly Archives: September 2018

Times

The times have ticked along like babies, Spiders I mean, bursting from the tightly spun Bundle of rounded web, a cocoon of motherly Making for thousands of them – the times. Going off in all directions, little eight Legged times … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Naked poems

I’ve hated poems Truly hated the longer ones, Wound up and unfurled like fastballs, All that kinetic energy exploding. Toward another destination The object of which is to miss Entirely, something written blankly Against the frail night hope. I’ve hated … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Growing Old

What time again? The play? “I’ll stay out of your way and let go Of my propensity for critique”, I say. Opening at seven and my scene around Eight. “Dammit I hate having to Worry, my love” Of course, she … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

A Night Caller

We tangled and we tussled, rummaged For smoke, scrounged for socks to warm That dark hallway as calling echoed still In heavy Summer air against the whippoorwill, Who cries in full despair his woeful shout, “WHIP – OR – WILL!!, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

The Shadow Cat

  In darkness the Shadow Cat does dart, To and fro along the walk we share, Despite the knowing we fail to stem our start. And in the failing light she does impart, A startled fear none-the-less we aware, In … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

A Temporary Color

It was though we we were dying over. Failing to savor the salt of past summer Days naked within the scented lilies, Entwined languorously under large maple, Or trading soft, insistent kisses, Wet and sloppy, dripping portico Pounded by evening … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment