Wednesday, March 30, 2016

The Quiet Gate: A Photoshow

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Saturday in March

The morning
is a well-trained chambermaid,
silent. There is no
narration. The squirrel
monopolizes the birdfeeder.
His tail is unfocussed,
nature saying she
doesn't know. The grackle
waits on a branch above,
never impatient.
The flowers on the table
refract the filtered
sunlight from this angle.
There is no sense,
no story, except the
clatter of forks.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

North Shore Beaches: A Photoshow with Poetry

Friday, March 11, 2016

Joyce's Thoughts

They were shadows
surrounding the edges of my place
haloed in smears of light.
My bed was
very small and they
came from far away,
another planet,
of which I had
traces of memory.
Yet they touched my body
and whispered foreign thoughts
in my ear,
something I could hardly hear
and couldn't understand.
It tempted me
toward the impossible.
Tempted me
toward something I lost.

Tuesday, March 08, 2016

Secret Poem

Pornography twangs
the tripwires of your roots.
Self examination,
psychoanalysis: pornography is.
All the miraculous
mysteries, the DNA of your
years, the microscope
glaring down at every turning
of denial and dreams.

Wednesday, March 02, 2016

A Vouyeuristic Afternoon