Trail (a poem)

Watching The Shining. Blood flow and rabbit red confusion is a set of footprints that suddenly stops (15 October 2018) I have books available. Links to more information here.  Or, if you like, you can use PayPal to donate a buck (or whatever amount you'd like) to help support my efforts by clicking on the button [...]

Zero knots (a poem)

A quiet morning, waiting, and Ruby Throat… There’s some information to be had the rest is probably lost for good but for some pictures of a bandstand and rabbit ears in shadow I feel uncomfortable sometimes disinclined to be reckoned with imagining an explosion unlikely to occur as long as I can’t let go of [...]

Episode (a poem)

Starting early today… Expectations are for falling short of placeholders and metaphors extend their courtesies this fine evening Clarity is not on the menu you’ll just have to take what they’ve got This special offer will not be available again until the next commercial break Is it possible to have no circadian rhythm? (11 October [...]