Poems

The Fury Of Rain Storms The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they cry […]

The Fury Of Sundays Moist, moist, the heat leaking through the hinges, sun baking the roof like a pie and I and thou and she eating, […]

The Fury Of Sunrises Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, dark blue, […]

The Fury Of Sunsets Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun […]

The Gold Key The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a book and my […]

The Hangman- Reasonable, reasonable, reasonable…we walked through ten different homes, they always call them homes, to find one ward where they like the babies who looks […]

The House– In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its kelly-green lawn. The same […]

The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts Who’s she, that one in your arms? She’s the one I carried my bones to and built a […]

The Inventory Of Goodbye I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. I could […]

The Kiss My mouth blooms like a cut. I’ve been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and delicate boxes of Kleenex […]