My picture
Sitting in the quite
Love Poems
Returning years
My pictures
7 hours of marking, a matter of choice.
Neurotransmitters
unfathomable, vast and empty.
Apoptosis and the death of cancer
always on a journey, ill
DNA and a cause for everything,
a mutation here
and a blue-eyed wonder boy there.
In the end,
I wanted to howl like Ginsberg
to feed my patience.
To learn to think,
and clean a wound that won’t close.
Another shadow in a fading light,
a vast and empty hole.
The clouds edge
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A warm day in the city,
say no words.
Time is collapsing
and a sea returning for now.
All to enlarge the circle,
why not?
(a poem of indifference)
Blackout
My picture: Electricity loss is a common occurrence…so when it happens (as it did tonight)…I try and be creative 🙂
No power again tonight,
a field of evening silence.
Shadows caught on nails
and poems by candlelight.
Distant mountains muttering thunder,
releasing the clouds
one by one….. by one.
As the wildflowers,
let the years slip away.
The pain of time
My drawing: reflecting on a past moment this afternoon.
Looking back,
then the two of us
Loop after loop
and running fast.
Now blue slumber,
sprouts thin shadows.
And soft falls the veils,
on the blushing sun.
daydream
My picture
a very, weary day flies
sailing in concrete seas
with deep sleep a faint howl
cherished dreams take flight
A void speaks
My Picture: Taken in Harbin.
A touch of empty
descends into the evening.
I only loved the lonely bird
that flew to heaven.
Now making chills that last too long
Impressions
That’s how it starts
walking in the middle of now, here.
LCD Soundsystem,
and an easy morning sun.
A northern shimmer,
deep inside a faded city.
And the animal in me,
already in the birth of a new moment.
Halcyon days
My picture: My apartment….
Years ago I was living in a different place,
writing at that window facing the main street.
And then you came by…..
lightning guided by the gods.
A sea of cherry blossom, wave after wave.
And now…..
I write at a different window, facing East.
But with traces of those ancient moments,
and stones here and there.
A shade of a white willow tree.
A suggestion
My picture: an early morning poem…I was very tired 🙂
A Wandering Poet 