(A Glosa) In the garden of woven shadows, Wessel in coveralls and me, sowing bulbs, knees plugged with mud thicker than my own wadded guilt. Today in my heart, salvation has compost breath as I dig in soil’s decadent scrimmage, head down. Wessel’s remarks barely crest the flourishing alyssum but when I turn to see … Continue reading At the Feet of Roses
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Man in Navy
Painting by Morgan Stokes "man in navy" Man in Navy The man in navy has pale fingers, nothing round, his eyes blade blue, long nose finishing in silence - lips tight as button holes. See the approaching angle of his cigaretted hand and hair, from root to tip is night to bleaching sun. He sits … Continue reading Man in Navy
Frog Wisdom
I want to know if frogs (between small throat booms and balloon eye blinks) plait star beams with reed blades making mattresses for their frothy spawn. Or perhaps, their sixth sense skin demands shiny nova caresses ... shouldn’t we all? A masseuse for our dreaming. The background to this post is long and complicated. It … Continue reading Frog Wisdom