Old photo of the young artist (A poem)

My copy of David Sylvian’s book Hypergraphia arrived in yesterday’s mail… The fold in the paper angles through the photograph neatly obscuring the cigarette in the subject’s hand The tears and textures at the paper’s edges hold stains of red wine and coffee in criss-crossing arcs The portrait of a man in youth now shows the signs [...]

The course of a quiet afternoon in the life of a solitary poet in search of the perfect poem (a poem)

Self-explanatory… I’m going to sit here out on the deck for a while feeling the sunlight on my face and listening to the waters of the creek rush past Bells will mark the hour a few minutes early in all their pre-recorded splendor at which time I will look at the clock to complete the [...]