Monthly Archives: November 2018
Crystals, hoping
When is it water and
when is it drop, cry, ache
or bitter rebuke?
Cloister walk
Death pirouettes in my sugar dream
I look out and every-
where it’s snowing
“You’ve got some strange kronkels in your head”
She was no doubt right, but what
were they again?
No word I knew matched
the popcorn of this.
Even now I feel
the kernel between my teeth.
Drawbridge
Of glue and sawdust and the nails through it and the cabinet it becomes
Of God and Ikea
Questions for the bishop
Sunlit query
You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?
This is Holland (2)
