The Outcast - by
And from above
One curse be hurled
With scorn, with love
Affront the world…
advice
For Refuge - by
Use no names. Roads
/ have been whited out,
/ redacted.
As Time Draws Near - by
As time draws near
/ the end of our days
/ and the plates fall
/
/ away from our knees,
/ let us not be…
Let Me Not - by
Let me not be tempted
/ to talk incessantly about my illnesses;
/ the love of rehearsing them has become too sweet.
/
/ And more…
Avoiding the gods - by
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
How to Construct an Albatross - by
Begin by setting the instructions aside.
/ Instead tune the mind to flight.
/ Attach the huge, clunking wings (treat like hangar doors)
/ – do…
The Peace of Wild Things - by
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
From the Line - by
Have you seen men come from the Line,
/ Tottering, doddering, as if bad wine
/ Had drugged their very souls;
/ Their…
Lines for a Bookmark - by
You who read…
/ May you seek
/ As you look;
/ May you keep
/ What you need;
/ May you care
/ What you choose;
/ And know here
/ In this book
/ Something strange,
/ Something…
The Guest House - by
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Wit is it - by
The stonemason sade it’s aw in yur heed
/ Yur eyes ur like windeez an yur brain’s gon naywhere
/ Build yurself a palace
/
/ The…
My First Bawbee - by
O! nane, I trew, on a’ the yirth
/ Was happier than me,
/ When in my wee…