Baxter Vaughan’s clock (a poem)

This name just popped into my head last night, so I wrote it down… No break for Baxter Vaughan there with the cheese grater and a pen all second thoughts and underlines a clock with not enough minutes on the kitchen wall Coffee cup rings on Baxter Vaughan’s notebook a spill out to the edge [...]

To be soon forgotten with the turn of a page (a poem)

I do not know why the word bromide popped into my head this morning, but I followed it anyway… Bromides and olefins have nothing in common as far as I know except the way they both sound vaguely old all sepia tones and mildew scent fine layers of dust on amber-glass bottles on wooden shelves in [...]