I’m slowly but surely working my way back towards getting this site back up. Like the new look? We’ll see if it sticks. I love all this color… for now. In the meantime, I’ve installed a nice little rotating tagline plugin, since I couldn’t decide on a tagline for this rebirth of my site. It’s…
The Pact
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…
Imprimatur
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
Fluid Dynamics
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…
Spectral Classification in Mount Place.
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…
Tooth.
A microstorysketchylittlething I wrote a while ago. ♥ He’s a sheep in wolf’s clothing. His approach is buoyed by a bravado that I’d never see if he were naked. That smile. That grin. Delicious. We’ll meet later tonight. There’ll be no shepherd—human or celestial—to watch over me, so when he arrives, it’ll be perfectly moonless….
(Not there now.)
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…
Until Further Notice
Nine months isn’t a terribly long time, in the whole scheme of things. Estelle wrote about a conversation we’d had about time from my perspective not too long ago. We’ve been working on this blog over the last nine months with the aim of presenting something for you every single Tuesday, and we’ve been extremely…
The ‘try’ in Poetry
One of my poems was on the longlist for a poetry prize—hooray!—but alas, it was not on the shortlist—siiiiiiigh. Therefore, in the spirit of sticking with it, I present to you a curious, clinical little sevenling I wrote a few months ago. ♥ “On Vanity” for Aubrey The artifice of courtship has almost no effect…