No Reason

So, I’ve been over-thinking the whole blog thing for the past few months which has resulted in very few posts. I’ve got this new camera, and I’m going bananas, shooting the lights out— there’s no reason, what a tricky turn of phrase that is, no reason not to be posting content. With all the pre-fab Facebook sentiments, and useless proverbs that should be embroidered on a throw pillow somewhere far away, it’s the least I can do – great poet and artist Wendy Videlock’s blog reminds me everytime that— reason is inadequate. Here's a link to the new Fib Review where I've got a piece on parallels.

 Curio

Old coin

willow silvery,

  a jay’s feather—

from Alder Street,

wainscoting, mirrors,

names in dust

that’s lain there years

kept times

faces, words

with no rhymes

only long

looks back,

breaking

from a throat

gone slack,

tears wrung

from stone,

fossils

driftwood

letters

poems.

The drawn curtain

of memory,

the image

   untouched—

back, back,

I husk round

a black that’s

deeper each time.

Adam stands 






in for autumn

for all men

the fall

and even

if Eve

bit the apple,






 she didn’t eat it all.

Crushed

under an

inkling,

thinking.

Window-cool

as dawning

on you—

Ragged sun,

a final throw

at dusk, go—

crow, cardinal.