do-si-do (a weatherboard quadrille)

Poem #302 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction in the night the houses danced as their owners lay deeply sleeping formal elegant forward then return all along the asphalt arrayed to the two/four blink of patterns splayed out by the … Continue reading do-si-do (a weatherboard quadrille)

immigrants

Poem #288 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction tonight the stars have drifted off and wandered like so many tiny migrant boats afloat on a wide black sea listen to their song of go – o - going they sing … Continue reading immigrants

thinking about the still to come

yesterday was a bread I baked from flour and yeast to aroma and crust today was coffee from green beans to brown tomorrow might be sauce from tomatoes on the vine and I’m wondering about the things that I might do with a harvest of apples and a pick of dark berries that’s already overdue … Continue reading thinking about the still to come

as recorded

Poem #88 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction as soon as he woke he took his pen and began writing still in his mind the dream that he dreamed was real he remembered the conversation that he’d had the insights … Continue reading as recorded

long distance writer

the long distance writer sets pen onto paper no he taps keys to make marks on a fifteen inch screen maybe seventeen maybe smaller the 's' key isssss sssssticky there's muck in the ssssspacesssss where commasssss might go periodsssss and colonsssss exclamationsssss ssssso he digsssss out the 's' key disssssplacesssss three hairs a paperclip two … Continue reading long distance writer

no, not the old city

Inspired by the phrase 'streets that follow like a tedious argument' taken from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T. S. Eliot.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project ... and the old city is a wasting of time      there is nothing of value thereno return on that investment      those twenty years … Continue reading no, not the old city