Bare Wires

Poetry is the result of stripping insulation from the live wires of words. (5/7/08)    

Reflections

How does a mirror look at itself? In a mirror, of course, the same as you and me. But what does a mirror see when seeing itself in a mirror? A mirror image . . . only infinite. (4/6/08)  

METAMORPHOSIS: Here’s the Thing . . .

Things become other things and on and on . . . ______________________________________________ for example: with the aid of human ingenuity, soil and rain become wheat which becomes flour which becomes batter which becomes a birthday cake which becomes a celebration...

A Poet’s Notebook: unfinished

I want to find a way to give voice to shadows, not as the absence of light but as the absence of lies. _____________________________ I like these four lines, these twenty three words. Someday I will discover where they want to...