Only for

Desperation is only for the living.

New poems

+15

"End of Day"

My poem "End of Day" has been accepted for the November issue of streetcake magazine. Last had a poem published there in Feburary 2018, so I'm quite pleased.

The definition of hell (Hodgson)

Yet, though I searched earnestly, I could discover nothing that I had not already seen...

Hilliam Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland

In the interval

We dwell in the interval between intervals.

The lake thinks

The lake thinks it likes the bird but only knows the shadow of the bird.

Markers

But dawn and dusk are markers of movement, not of time.

New poems

+15

Briefly

Civilization resists, briefly, against oblivion.

The skeleton of the seed

The skeleton of the seed is the seed of the skeleton.

We spend our lives

We spend our lives trying to compress the expanse.

Pop

The past is a swell, the present a bubble, the future a pop.

New poems

+15

Real things

Real things are made up of unreal things.

The greatest surprise

The greatest surprises often lie in the obvious.

So often, so eagerly

Why do people so often, so eagerly, mistake price for value?

One person

If one person went to heaven it would become hell.

New poems

+30

"This Message Is Not Secure!"

My poem, "This Message Is Not Secure!" has been accepted for publication with Drunken Boat. This poem had been accepted before by The Nassau Review, which went under before it could publish it. The editor remembered the poem and contacted me, several years later, to see if it was still available. My first solicitation!

Sleep is

For many sleep is not, but for me sleep is.