Madeline Madeline, She was born In summertime, with Rainbow smoke pouring out from her mouth Like journeys in the sky. Doves danced in her hair. Who would know What was to...

      Mirror Images   For the seventh time that day, a metro train left a station just as Ian stepped onto a platform; he hissed: “Jeesuzzzz!  Again!” The next wasn’t coming for...

  Grey Ocean This is the first lie The second follows A little girl lifts the moon out of her silk purse Light jumps down on fields of wild strawberries Dancing once more to the ringing wind...

    Trainscapes (Ely to Cambridge) Last time it was the willows – blur where water is, settlings-in along the edges of the fields. Root-soak mappings, downwards deltas. This month, it’s...

      Paris in August ‘You’re a whore!’ Your voice resonates through the stillness.  I stare into your apartment.  You’re facing to the right by the aspidistra; she’s in profile...

Dead-heading You can keep your dozen upright yellow soldiers with browning edged curled tissue-paper petals, wrapped in shining cellophane no rose-feed soaked oasis will raise them from the thirsty...

      Through His Eyes   Seven years old and he's already a frigging know-it-all! Told him, take yer shower, do it now while ya got the chance. He don't like it.  He don't want...

      Murmuration Snow rags thaw to a skylark scaling octaves of air, to a chill swallow christened sky and in the cut balsam bee gloved and pouting, seeds’ hooks and burs drifting to...

      Well There is no time to appear anything close to sentimental. Staring out the window, Concrete driveway, the empty light hangs. She said it was her favorite house. I didn't...