I wake up and write a poem to you.Like infants wait for their mother's lapafter a long sleep. This poem begins with a whisper,your numb ears lose the words of my silencemy voice travels through the airstriking the clock at the wall.It's midnight.The day has been changed.The stanza too. In the middle of this poemI … Continue reading In this poem we meet

I am learning patience as I make a cut-out.Of fishes and flowers,the skirt of the poppy like the gill of the fish.My fishes swim in some childhood home.A memory flashes by like some extinguished flame.I burn as I take hold of the lamp.The pain in my spine is new,my brain can take no more. Through … Continue reading A day with a poppy plant