Archive for September, 2019

Friday, September 20th, 2019


The blue
drapes became your
body that was
missed dramatically. [The ordinary is included to remind oneself how ordinary ordinary can be.]

Thursday, September 19th, 2019


So often on the brink of trying to be like someone else
(“Anything not smooth is valuable.” – Barthelme, “Paraguay”)
Press Green to hide screen . . .

Wednesday, September 18th, 2019


He said he would never be seen in public eating celery –
Flames appeared, the words on fire

Tuesday, September 17th, 2019


Reading the muted news
It’s all rather sad
The squire sits alone

Monday, September 16th, 2019


I had a hammer in my bag, because the poets who were going to be reading were builders,
or used to be, and I wanted one of them to sign my hammer.

Sunday, September 15th, 2019


(at least, I think so)

Saturday, September 14th, 2019


The plough’s broken
We’re walking around in six inches of water
But we’re happy, ain’t we?

Friday, September 13th, 2019


The shops here are very quaint and aromatic
Arranged especially for visitors from beyond the mountains
And filled with toys that will pass the time

Thursday, September 12th, 2019


One moment you’re clutching a basket of flowers
Then you’re on the floor saying Hello to the little worlds

Wednesday, September 11th, 2019


It’s like when something lives too far away
And nobody’s home. And what is home anyway?