I am nothing but myself without you. You are the key to every lock I own. To say you are my everything is true. Without you I am never more alone. You are my Spring, […]
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
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Vagrant Wordsmith
A dispossessed poet has no address. Vagrant wordsmith finds himself lost for words. Sunday morning solitude. More or less a Waste Land. Quarters apportioned in thirds; fractional allotments… absurdities. Occupied tables, multiples of six, or […]
Precipice of Now
Today’s business awaits my attention. A loose assemblage of things still to do. An assortment that hangs in suspension; At the precipice of ‘now’ … fallen due. Unfinished jobs have no place on the shelf. […]
True to word
With my attention divided, I sit… Pen, poised above the page in readiness; hopeful of a script that would see it fit the purpose of a quill; and so, impress its thoughts upon a blank […]
Refletions in Silicate
Both sides of me – glass. Across the street – glass. A township’s reflection in silicate. I watch a car, I see it three times pass. Gleditsia – a sunburst in triplicate. Waitress serves coffee, […]
Containment Lines
Containment lines are none the worse for wear. Tide has turned and she was not washed to sea. Save for watermarks, she’s all in good repair. With the swell came contentment’s remedy. At tide’s turning […]
