Poems

bully order, no teetering, no tottering, farewell to faltering, stalled in a stable world even pulsing stars, apparently stay, avoiding dis aster  

The political convention is over, good talking people talking good. applause, shouts of approbation, all resolved in promises of action. If they do what they say, I’ll like what they do. Yet, tonight - another darkness, and tomorrow - a new sun.  

Our appreciation of the power of poetry would be better served if poetry was taught in wood working shop where tools are valued and things are built and taken home, than in English class where things are briefly thought about, then left behind.     Poems are...

A woman slips into masculine waters, swims from here to there, swims a long way - away. She wrecks the water with desire, busy with achievement along the way, muscles beg stroke by stroke the anthem of ache recorded in neglect . . . No time to luxuriate in buoyancy,...

Is = BEING active  

ONE Don't be casual with a poem. If you want to know a poem, commit and move in. TWO Don't tell a poem what it says. Listen to what the poem is saying. THREE If the poet and the poem are both speaking, listen first to the poem, then to the poet. FOUR The poem is not...

This is me. This is my car. This is me in my car. This is my car in me. This  car is my me,

Episodes in a television drama series  begin with the word: ‘PREVIOUSLY’                      a brief remembrance of things bygone, before the characters go charging into what will become the next episode’s past requiring a new - 'PREVIOUSLY'...

What we want is the freedom to incarcerate ourselves in our own opinionated penitentiary.