A Response to Leaves of Grass, part 2
II. Song of Herself
 Sixteen
My craft is rude. I can’t steer by the stars or read the waves. If I try, I over-play. continue reading »
October 12 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »
II. Song of Herself
 Sixteen
My craft is rude. I can’t steer by the stars or read the waves. If I try, I over-play. continue reading »
October 12 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »
I. Song of Himself
One
Old Shurefoot beckons us to his craft. Jump into the wide circle of my unending optimism- we are all one man overboard lusting for eternal unison - a singular sexual embrace of culture and optimism. continue reading »
October 12 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »
Your beauty you wear like a scar
Until that age
When character takes hold
Skin Speaks
Until, like teeth,
Beauties deeper than bone erupt.
July 21 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »
There is no pleasure without sadness
Would the reverse were true continue reading »
July 15 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »
Tofu Tofu
How can it be true?
I fell for a man who can’t stomach you
Baked fried or stirred
He can’t eat one curd
Without symptoms resembling flu
April 09 2003 | poetry and humour and personal writings | No Comments »