My goal is that eventually the title and the poem will have no connection whatsoever (a poem)

Because, really, I come up with either decent titles or decent poems, but seldom both. A drop of water just hangs out, undisturbed. A hand tilts the surface; the drop slides towards the edge. Tilt the other way; the drop follows suit. Eventually, the sun will reach its red giant stage; the drop (wherever it [...]

Three premises having nothing to do with the photograph of a man on television in Hong Kong (circa 1980) hanging on my living room wall (a poem)

Inspired by the cover of the Haruomi Hosono album The Endless Talking, plus a few stray thoughts. Fiction in the shape of a horse A bot preparing for winter Stripes and candyfloss masquerading as Something Important How much of the cascade has been created for entertainment? (The directions are unclear; to follow them could result [...]

A black-and-white photograph and the tenuous connection of memory (a poem)

I started with the photograph; then it was suddenly 1988 again. Waves, brittle between hot sun and infertile earth Refraction Reformation Remember that one summer at the cabin across the bridge? High and low under similar conditions A weekend desire poured forth before retreating behind memory lines left wanting Did she believe that was me? [...]