Bait the Lines

  in reply to a poem that compared a shed to a train the same fly in the window of a shared train of thought the same peripatetic spider hid...

  the one oh to be a standing stone alone when the wind blows and the rain flows shining on a morning or under a high moon when the frost ti...

  poet me not today a true poet thinks that the poem  written yesterday  which was the best poem ever is actually crap for a true poet there...

  the artists and poets of wars borne witness  a weight not born unto but in servitude to they carried it for us the looking and the seeing ...

falling falling  sometimes after they have written and recited just a few words our eyes blear and we are falling falling  into the distance...

  just be caws   the raven looks down on the rooks who look down  on the jackdaws in town who jostle the crows  but none of them knows where...

  vagaries of the sea into the sea deeper and deeper  until the sandbank or the deep pool starts you to stop by the rock that the sea has sc...