In the 1980s I heard that a psychotherapist had said to a patient In tears, on the verge of a nervous breakdown – feeling better grounded Would take time; it would be like turning an ocean liner around. I… Read More ›
Poems (including Limericks)
March Madness is as Good a Name as Any
An ungainly giant basketballer To score must best a man yet taller. In such a crisis could he feel – like the More upward-looking and oft-blocked we, Of dunking celebrity long relieved – A scruffy bush ’neath pointy trees? … Read More ›
Of liking, commenting, conversation, writing, reading, drawing, painting
It was just that they had lost interest in replying And so they didn’t Much liking is done these days. People want their communications to be liked by as many people as possible. An artist recently said to… Read More ›
Just like that
Just like that The holidays were over, tourists gone And the café’s lone writer Who had been taking up valuable space Was again an old friend And for his generous tips insufficient Was now warmly thanked, Even blessed. 2… Read More ›
Quand – l’argent – le métier – leur dévouement à l’art –
When – his money – her work – her devotion to art {The English version, though chronologically the first and perhaps freer of a foreigner’s faults, here follows the French, stanza by stanza. La version française, quoique écrit après l’anglais… Read More ›
Not these outward copies
A stumbling sonnet duet, for V.T. “Not these outward copies, But we combined, despite and all ready And by somehow just by ourselves Conversation stumbling While fingers softly curl Round these our gloved bodies Found, despite, deservedly Side… Read More ›
Brunch, sex and violence (Not for public consumption)
Two eggs sat poached on ham and toast, so pale and soft and tender, Tempura yellow just above: two breasts in a warm knit sweater. An innocent knife in the woman’s hand, it sliced and slit the gland— The… Read More ›
