Bait the Lines

   RS Thomas  (again) unwrapping still his rapture’s source  what finger pressed upon that gift’s bow his unsteady path his handrail the onl...

  braille   braille rain hanging in    d r o p s    on life’s line for now                 when even the trout stream has gone and    no  no...

  why we jaw jaw my mind is a ouija board that writes poetry for me it is suspended in a universe of words each one a star forming an infini...

  nothing but nothing will do if you have to believe in something               then believe in this    that nothing is worth believing in b...

 a poet wrote i was here a reader read i was here  we put each other back where we found us

what more  what more can one not say for you have said it all that in nothing there is everything and more  

  soon maybe it looks like now is the time the planets are in alignment  war stalks the shadows spotlights are confused blinded by the mirro...