A boy who dismembered a spider
Thought a tigress so tame he could ride her.
You can guess his surprise Continue reading “A Boy Who Dismembered a Spider”
And if I hear, I think I know
the words that let the meaning go
And if I speak as I have heard
the air is made a trembling bird: Continue reading “The Trembling Bird”
Fast-bowled by their orange talons,
pelted at the faces of pedestrians,
they swipe for lift, again for direction,
and level out like Thunderbird Twos. Continue reading “The Flight of Pigeons”
The mallard on the pond smiled.
His head tilted to green, blue, green.
Water, united in globes, rolled upon his pigments Continue reading “Mallard”
My innocence attracts malicious lies:
A comfort to myself, I give offence
to hateful souls. Their tales well disguise
my innocence. Continue reading “Gossip”
A poem is a fish
in search of a hook Continue reading “The Catch”
It isn’t real, my friend. I mean Creation.
For everything you are or do or know
Is nothing more than bytes of information.
An algorithm makes the whole thing go. Continue reading “The Game”
A forest at night
dripping with breezes.
Quiet conversations of animals
in dead-leaf tongues Continue reading “A Forest at Night”
The apple core
has an open door.
I have sliced out a Continue reading “Core!”
I met a little robin
all on Christmas Day.
He left his little footprints
in the snow along the way. Continue reading “The Talking Robin”
When I see the old soldiers marching
on the Sunday I allow for their remembrance,
I see their medals in the morning sun
shine Continue reading “Remembrance Sunday”