“O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my song … More


I’ve been chasing the moon but not wandered far. Over by the ash trees the scilla seed themselves about. Miles … More

Soonest Mended

Soonest Mended By John Ashbery Barely tolerated, living on the marginIn our technological society, we were always having to be … More


I push the color and kill the highlights in order to find what I thought I saw.  I heard a … More


Imagine one of those melted clocks in Dali’s painting “the Persistence of Memory.”  Or think about how the computer has … More

Seed Time

In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or … More