Category: Poetry

Last time I posted a poem, I made an audio recording of it. This time, however, I felt compelled to write it out by hand—my nicest print, for my nicest cursive’s too large—and scan it in. It’s a twenty-line poem with twelve syllables per line and two broken lines where it felt like there ought…

As I was having the worst time getting to work, being a little soultired and heartbroken, I wrote an anaphora in free verse based upon the perplexities that were kicking around my head. I also made an audio recording of it. ♥ Temporary “Temporary” She carefully considered all the complaints at hand, and she paid…

I’m feeling generous, like I want to share a Work-in-Progress with all those who swim through the soup of the internet and stop on my page. For some reason, I can’t seem to finalize this poem, so what better way to stamp out these tentative feelings than to boldly post it—Forgive the split infinitive. Courage…

A villanelle from last spring. Happy Solstice, folks. ♥ “The Pact“ I dive headlong into a hidden pool of promise to deliver you an overdue apology, although I sense that my belated effort is fruitless. My guilt is a dead bird floating on the surface of a history we deny with purpose, rhythmically bobbing along…

An older 6×10. ♥ “Imprimatur“ their enunciation made me take note, that it was used four times by four people —like a multiplication table—by the time four hours had lost their teeth—tongue swells, lips curl—words fell in and out of fashion such was my affection for you today

This blåg is morphing into a repository for poems that I don’t feel the need to submit anywhere. It’s what I have in abundance to throw up here while I’m occupied with other things, to be perfectly honest. This one’s new. Last October’s new when compared with the summer of ’04, right? Anyway, it looks…

A little reverse double acrostic based on the OBAFGKM classification used for stars. I wrote it after staring out the window of the flat where I used to live, the charming one that overlooked Mount Place, Oxford. ♥ “Spectral Classification in Mount Place” Over by those stones in the courtyard, damaged by the storm —bemusingly…

Here’s a poem. It’s been webified, if you will, in that I’ve linked specific phrases to images on the web that correspond with what that which I typed into that delightful little Google Images search box. I just realized that I haven’t done this in a really long time. I used to post all my…