Man’s recognition of his own fate,morality comes at the last grasp, too weak to catch a…
Last nightMy daughters came to meIn a dreamTwo little girlsWith hair made of golden light…
Not so much a God as a procuratorThat can hear the breaking of carbon double bondsThe crackle of…
The future ain’t what it used to be.
Abstracted in AfghanistanI pick cankers for a simplechoose a rhapsody in bluelove lapis lazuliand you.
Long ago, I heard wailing over the tears of others,missed opportunities to say ‘I love you’…