What’s Human - by
Outside under
/ this field of stars
/ in a frost that…
being human
Assisi - by
The dwarf with his hands on backwards
/ sat, slumped like a half-filled sack
/ on tiny twisted legs from which
/ sawdust might run,
/ outside the…
Olive Tree - by
Some friendly soul, quite near old age,
/ when time to think is plenty, sits,
/ still spry enough, beneath an olive tree,
/ to take…
“Soy hombre…” - by
Soy hombre, he nacido, tengo piel y esperanza.
/ Yo exijo, por lo tanto, que me dejen usarlas.
/ No soy dios: soy un…
The Way of the World - by
We set out on our horses, and the small birds of dawn were with us.
/ We return to the tethering-lines with…
The Moon on the Road - by
The moon walks me home.
I want to carry her into tomorrow.
All the way in this silent calm…
‘I cannot deem why men toil so for Fame’ - by
I cannot deem why men toil so for Fame.
/ A porter is a porter though his load
/ Be the oceaned world,…
Awaiting - by
He was, and educated, and became,
/ residing and remaining and intending,
/ then on became in, and again,
/ and later and later again.
/ He still…
A Man’s a Man for a’ That - by
Is there for honest Poverty
/ That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
/ The coward-slave, we pass him by,
/ We dare be poor for…
Barriers, In Six Parts: IV - by
The body: how we sit inside it impatient
/ as bees in a jar. The spark of intention,
/ heart thumping against…
from The Deer Path To My Door - by
here doing what I do best
/ weeding reading drinking
/
/ *
/
/ tax bills deadlines work undone
/ I plan a seat round the sycamore
/
/ *
/
/ time spent…
An Address to potential aliens - by
Is there any body out there?
Have you got ears for this?
Have you got osmosis?