Poetry

Facets Once Love surfaces, two faces form one Foundation, surfing upon each other, And two-backed Sex sutures two-fold Beauty , While struggling tongues, twinning, chat and back-chat. Perfumed phantasm of fluttering voice, In our jiggling,...

Said the Butterfly to the Flower I've been standing out here all winter waiting to see your face. My toes have become brittle and my blue lips reminisce of kisses. I know You cannot melt this snow, perhaps I should have a talk with Mr. Sun but I...

A Season at Bishopsgate, 1815 (Mary standing on a boulder; a small sealed box between her feet) One brief and tranquil summer I was led to pardon the timing of Fate as shade went away from the shadow bringing the hot spotted rooms of Bishopsgate where...

A Prologue (Written after Gachugau’s ‘Promenade’) Certain thoughts are brutal to my own fears I am a traveller at night, I write the night with every face I met In a sense, I am either my poems or the man talking in my poems.   To A Fat...

Companion Poem (for L. C.) He floats you supine on the sea. Your body a small island, strangely human. With compass and quadrant, he comes to know you, charting the elongated coastlines of your torso and limbs, your fingers’ intimate i...

Hatched When they cut the wen off your forehead we cracked birds’ egg then lobotomy jokes over the loops of blue thread stitched into a gruesome purple scar.   On the car-ride home we stopped for bowls of cappuccino. In a snug niche b...