A child's face bent over the dusk...
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A child's face bent over the dusk...
A poem on a particular gambler.
Two magpie and bird related pieces I recently added to a series of children's poems I started writing about 2 years ago.
Mother, in your later years...
What my grandfather said of the war, the very little, but hard & to the point
Memory of her, a poem, a poet true/untrue, the memory's true.
Don't be too secure inside your harness
Trying to drink down life's sorrow you open the floodgates to the sound of a lawnmower.
Even these things wait their turn to ascend...
At the window, sitting in the dark of your eyes, stuck on wheels you can hardly turn anymore.
What we saw was a real ship, not all that steel and diesel nonsense.
The lengths of an autumn in dry leaf, shadowed hill, the cold of apples.
On a bar still, recalling that girl like a slice of summer with dark hair, tripping like a wind on the lintel.
Putting my parents together on the page on that quiet little shore.
Photographic and phonographic impressions of an autumn in an autumn city.
The promise made to me? I made? that kept me on the road 25 years...
From this broken volcano I looked down at the old school.
A smashed open house for dreaming through.
I walk in the glad frost of their falling...
On Chieko Naganuma, Japanese poetess and painter. Inspired by the film on her, 'Chieko's Sky', by Noboro Nakamura.
The picture I have that loses itself in the its own wash.
Obsessed-lost in the neon heart's Kabukicho...