Category: Poetry

  Moody poets are most volatile and unpredictable, they are complained of for their lack of continuity, that you can never trust them, that their constant roller-coaster causes trouble and imperil not relationships alone but even lives, and so the irritation of the growing avalanche goes on. The problem is, however, not the poet but poetic over-sensitivity. It’s creativity that […]

This is a memory of a  place rarely visited. A recently trusted wilderness, where I wandered without worry, when the light died and the curtains closed. Now, with intervening years, scar tissue has re-opened and legionnaires march to war  along a tow path,  where boat horses once walked. A lonely location, Victorian canal side, where fishing with nets and futile death […]

  No, not quite as yet, there might be shortcomings and hangovers, there might be some abruptions, something wrong that wrecks the gears, some sabotage and sand or mud in the machine or in your eyes, but let the show go on, and let the party start anew; when wrecked aside, marooned and thrown off every saddle, there is still […]

Er brandt nog steeds een licht …

Convent walls can be so high …

In my province, here you see, Are only two kinds; I don’t mean me, There are provincials and then again Non-provincials, all a stem …   Not into much plurality, Mere begging for duality With two to choose A little more Would do the trick, I need to score …

If you could capture your angry face in a picture you’d be horrified at the image, perhaps know why, before you click you say, say cheese or smile please so you don’t look like a burnt toast you shine and glow. But the artificial smile you camouflage may not be of help in the long run. The rage you hold […]