Old News

I have done, undone Made and unmade Seen, have I seen you? While I scrambled for a form, to Contain My odd multitudes. But you were a light laced nomad, and In your wanderings you held me up, Tried me on And yet I Long to serve and be served, …

Nightwalking I am walking again, at night, heel to toe. The light throws on the wet cobbles and the lamps softly sag under the weight, perhaps, of time, plans laid, fashions come and gone. Steps natch up behind me, cheerful steps, and I hear the clattering strands of Italian tongue…

The autumn leaves drift by my chair, Found at the charity store down the block. They turn themselves out, curvy and thin, As I flip through my rolodex Of greying mise en scenes. Your love was a warm thing, Like hands on my back, to say Go on, go up. And still, an…

Going Wading Wade in the water. I wade in up to my neck, The cold collects round my feet, in my veins Grabs at my pulse that is faster, now, running for me and you both. I almost hear your stare, your clenching hands, I feel, you know, such love, you…

The sea and sky fall Shuffle their embraces close The light is bold and the fluff of the waves Is smiling with a warm and smirking sense That oh, she is a baby still. I walk out some small footsteps Try to understand these always-blues Always this land. …