the professor, on an ambiguity

Poem #201 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction well he said with the air of an authority on the subject at hand what you are looking at is a twisted ambiguity yes yes that I believe is what it is … Continue reading the professor, on an ambiguity

neverendsitgoeson

Poem #200 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction does time only go forward he wondered can it also do backward to the past are there dimensions off to one side surely backward is only the past and forward is only … Continue reading neverendsitgoeson

another rail trail walk: withered

I have been a thriving thing now I am more withered look at me old ~ A short note about these 'walk' poems. The poem withered (above) is the final in this set of rail trail walks. There will, no doubt, be more. I've been enjoying taking the walks and their photos very much. To … Continue reading another rail trail walk: withered

oneiric elements #4

Poem #199 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction in calm his heart sound is a beat that holds the knowledge of warmth his hands join in one single clap like thunder boiled out of storm a spark of silver and … Continue reading oneiric elements #4

the ladder (part b) leaving zero

Poem #198 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he has … what exactly not fallen drifted descended come out of control in slow motion from some mighty distance above to eventually sort of clatter sort of crash kind of bounce … Continue reading the ladder (part b) leaving zero