The Poet’s Fate

They wonder why he writes so much,That there’s so few will ever read;And what this strange compulsion is,This all-embracing need — But long he travelled through the shadowsOf the vale of night:He first wrote just to breathe,But now he breathesSo he can write (“The Poet’s Fate” – 11/6/2014)


I give you what I have in posts For we are poor in other ways; We walk along the waterside And dream of nights, amid these days,     Of multitude, and lassitude,     And attitude, and power:     A sun that shines on shoulders cold,     A view atop the tower … Continue reading "Posts"

Block Editor, Verse Mode

This will take some getting used to. Nothing looks the way it should; I guess change is worth embracing, Or it should be, when it's good -- Everything's in this weird font, now, With this vaguely shaded fill -- This will take some getting used to, And perhaps, I Never will

Spent Manic Blossoms

The few, short hours that we get To sit upon the dying grass, The days of sunlight soon to fade, As they, like we, are born to pass – Habitual endearing of Those close enough to plunder — And this, we’ve come to glorify; It sort of makes you wonder A song this morning played, … Continue reading "Spent Manic Blossoms"

Schrödinger’s Cat

So, I was here watching Schrödinger’s cat, Now it’s both dead and alive: How it has managed this, I do not know. Somehow, though, it did contrive So both to be and to not-be at once Putting poor Hamlet to shame: So the old Law of Non-Contradiction’s Broken, and I am to blame. So in … Continue reading "Schrödinger’s Cat"

I Wandered Into Poetry

I wandered into poetry Since little else made sense; For all the clots and retinues Grew steadily more dense – But here, in this reality, I’ve found it to be true That where our finest speech does naught, The slightest touch Might do     (“I Wandered Into Poetry” – 7-17-2015)