A Brief For The Defense

Naked into the cauldron of autumn. Damp earth hard sky spare stone. A question for you, a moral question: is beauty itself enough? A congreg...

a cigarette in the dark, alone listening to rain muffle the melancholy koan of a passing train.

I meet Ophelia in the courtyard before dawn. The garland of wildflowers strung round her neck, embers of mourning, taut and un-plucked. Dais...

Scavenging lyrical whispers in the nettled nape of an oak. Children at play in the waning day …and the world her voluptuous hue. Dying the s...

What a peculiar species we are in thrall to the bodies language of velleities and vellications how tender we can be with near strangers, how...

That strange elegy aroused in a man’s stomach, a stirring childhood coda: from sleep's edge, the residual light of another room flooding...

Stray observations The morning ablutions. Frail light married to grass, and dew the final refuge of night, which is lingering and slow to di...

I would like to write a poem for you but as I search, and lose my bearing amidst metaphor and simile it occurs to me that I am no poet and y...

Morning, and a high bluff meadow, sun-saturated. He moves like a scythe through the tall, unfettered grasses until he comes upon an embankme...