In the darkening hours after work and play a mystery emerges from the fading day, born from the pool of shadows. I linger, then casually sleep, buried in a nest of dream so deep that flaming sparrows seek me. I grow malignant from their searing breath that has me feast upon the angels flesh, and … Continue reading Into The Frying Pan – 1972

The rocky palisades soared skyward. The base was a scene of verdant greenery. The crests were capped with pinnacles of ice. A cumbersome footpath, barely trodden upon this century, led down through a rugged gorge, overgrown with thick grass, purple caps from thistles and a single crocus sprouting from the centre of a stump. Dried … Continue reading The Dream

Your presence remains with me even though you are locked in time, now gone. Full in my thoughts from when I was just a child. You would turn to me with jest and lessons about living, always fun. Tests with cigarettes and beer and old French songs about long eared continental soldiers. If you were … Continue reading The Bridge

It is so easy to get drawn into the fight. Even though you have no stake. Before you know it, you are one of them. Just like them. Except not really. But now you have no choice but to go along. Perhaps you had no choice, anyway. You are just a skinny white kid, looking … Continue reading Stonehead and the Skinny White Kid

always reaching, and yet a measure less what mystery was in your mind, this time the shame of failure or fear of success you could not be saved from promises I guess you thought your effort would help you climb always reaching, and yet a measure less tiny victories came from drink, confess slave to … Continue reading Dead At Forty-Four (V)