Poetry
Summer 2002
Pieces of Eight
So often treasure is tiny coins sayings with a petit range hardly worth recording. Break down a big task into bits like food chewed slowly. Be constant to a tiny […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
Variation on Bashō’s Snow Party
Could we not have an air party taking tea at the window then, sinuses prepared, walking gathering lungfuls, the way leaves are swept into wide open-necked sacks and afterwards comparing […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
Late Summer Dew
Some measure whose meaning we defer something passing between sky and grass like a hand pressing lightly on a head of hair some love or liking daily growing more definite […]