BOOKENDS; BETTER BOTTLES

  In the shadows not yet departed from former students, since departed, in confined compartments the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners still not drunk by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil as we […]

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FOLD

  And further we fold deeper into flesh, finding favour with all that is now familiar, with all that has chosen to linger.   And further we fold into commitments now concerned with connections; I will fight dragons for you, I said and you laughed once but now you listen for the flapping in the […]

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La Mere et Moi

I am sure it was Spring But in the scattered photos By my slippered feet The weather recalls it winter. Your first foray Into the new world I had run to, Forsaking the familiar For the unknown, Discarding childish ways for adult desires. Your glistening eyes lit up As I showed you the treasures I […]

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