The Dream of Sir Lot

In the forest of pines that was lush and divine With its branches that twined as the river so swirled Past the eyes of the people depending on gifts Like the cuckoo left eggs for the sparrow to brood   In the world for the lineage living in hell Where the lands were for hunters…

A Still Picture of War

Mankind has always sought to kill often not for the thrill. Fight over a mammoth for meat, In the beginning, just to stay on our feet. But Man wanted more to feel complete.   Early evidence states that spears were the first weapon we picked up those tentative beginning years. Animals were wild, pick up…

Scaffolding Poem : thoughts on procrastination

Thoughts on the poem “Consolations after an affair” by James Tate My impulses whisper to each other: they plan something for the week, no doubt devious plots to distract me. I have plans on my mind and ideas who think they are still going to happen. They know nothing of computer games and TV-series. For…

Judge Yourself in the Mirror : Vilanelle

Judge yourself in the mirror, she talked to a boy from long ago. Measure your worth and every error.   She prays someone will deliver, on the promise of youth and tomorrow. Judge yourself in the mirror.   She tips and toes to see clearer, she has aged: tears in her eyes, tears in time…

Sestina – Nunchuks and Nuns

Distance is hard, we’re both together and alone with thoughts about what’s over there out in the horizon, apart making bucks. Fun. Sucks. Nunchuks.   Bucks easily spent. Nunchuks, and beers – it hit hard when money was far apart, at least I’m home: we’re together slightly distracted, my mind over there on a future…