Tag Archives: imagination

transit

Walking home on a wet autumn evening can stir the imagination. (#950) Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, thoughts below ground | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

hesi—

There are dreams I could conjure in these lines— walk on Mars kiss a willing stranger wear a diamond drive a Maserati cut a throat— but blood dictates another course: And so I will not kiss you Princess nor bind … Continue reading

Posted in lotus eaters, Poetry, thoughts below ground | Tagged , | 2 Comments

night wind

something mad attacks the eaves moans, shrieks, calls, batters as if to enter this uncertain den twists branches, flays brick and clapboard thuds against shuddering windows terrifies guttering candles lurks at the edges of vision fiery eyes impossibly long fingers … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, scapes | Tagged , , | Leave a comment