I’m with Hadrian the artist, writing in the welcoming heat of his flat. My pre-arthritic left hand (don’t crack your knuckles, kids!) is stiff with…
It’s So Simple
after Rilke
You started out somewhere and ended up here,scribbling hard at a blank, resilient page.This is called The…
She noticed she was starting to talk about herself in the third person. There was She and that other She who wrote Poetry, who…
John 8:32
We often mistake ourselvesfor serious people becausewe write about serious subjects.
god made starsfor starving poets