Touch me kindly if you can I don’t know if I can feel any other touch Speak to me softly I will hear I have been training my ears to hear only quiet sounds Look at me with love or mercy if that’s the best that you can do I will look at you withContinue reading “Touch me kindly”
What happens is you get old And when you get old, the knives come out And in a moment that is soberingly sad yet wickedly hopeful you realize there is nothing left for those knives to cut
Something special happened to painting in Italy in the 15th Century and to music in America and England in the middle of the last century. Something also must have happened to poetry in Japan around the turn of the 20th Century because I have been intermittently reading the Penguin Book of Japanese Verse with subtle pleasureContinue reading “Bedraggled Ostrich”
Happy to have my poem “Drawing” included along with so many other great writers from the Empire State in New York’s Best Emerging Poets 2019 Anthology. For the poetry lovers on your holiday shopping list you can pick up a copy from the good people at Z Publishing.
The least interesting man in the world: I don’t always write poetry, but when I do I am usually inspired by impressions and feelings, rather than incidents. I let my mind go soft in the face of overwhelming forces like love or nature, then search for words to capture the resultant swirling phantoms. There isContinue reading “It Doesn’t Matter Anymore – Part 2”