Bait the Lines

  forlorn in the sea mist sea mist on the pebbled boats forlorn on and on a foghorn  on and on and on the sea mist rolling on and on and on ...

  pollen tap the catkins  see the dust spring must it simply must

  sunset hoist with its own and bloody petard the day hangs long and slow and stubborn  night’s black cloak carries the body away and around...

  winter skylight   in that skylight  the spider stayed all winter long cocooned it was supposed in white silk his meagre larder scattered h...

  what planet are you on hello ikea announcement  in the toilet and at the same time you can save the planet terms and conditions apply

standing stone an invitation  to lay hands upon the past  to open  if only for an instant  some inner door creating something in an oscillat...

 for Linda Pastan why have i not read this woman who has swept all my leaves into a fire gone now in the smoke on the breeze ruffling my ind...