ready to say

he popped in to the post office asked them please to hold his mail next door at the newsagent he bought lined paper and some pens cut off the delivery of his newspapers then by telephone from home he cancelled subscriptions put his canned food and packages away long life milk and instant coffee he … Continue reading ready to say

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imagine: aquiver

a folding knife for his pocket he kept it sharp open close open close he threw it back first he threw it point outwards he threw while he was moving his target a close pattern of small slits from practice hours and practice hours a folding knife open in his hand a stabbing motion into … Continue reading imagine: aquiver

calculating an arc

Poem #311 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction to calculate an arc I’ll chase you a matter of degrees three point one four is your head start treadmill paddle-wheel run to keep it turning don’t look back I’m right behind … Continue reading calculating an arc

populating the sky

Poem #295 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction blue sky clear sky he populated the blue with a bird watched it flying busy on its path he populated the blue with birds with a flight watched them gyre a collective … Continue reading populating the sky

a meal out of an octopus

Poem #278 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction how do you know the octopus does not fly the voice came from a black and white striped leech which clung tenaciously indecorously from a wet leaf have you not seen him … Continue reading a meal out of an octopus

the poet contemplates todays destiny

Poem #213 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction today the poet makes his mark makes a universe appear brand new this time there are clouds filled with pinpoint lights a nursery of stars a nebula of endless tomorrows endless dimensions … Continue reading the poet contemplates todays destiny