Category: Poetry

Dreaming ~ Never Recant, Sin For Amy C Walujapi carved a snakelike track Along a cliff-face Planted an impression of her buttocks When she sat This was her camp This was the beginning The beginning that never ended (not yet anyway ~ big bang) The dream of me Rests That dream of you Lives Mists […]

Song for Shannon ~ No Hiding Place in Love for Shay Time runs away on us We have to do the best we can While we can That day we met On the internet We talked to end the world To fix it girl (and fix us too) Knowing it would never end A friend […]

(sightless sting) in the beginning, the end for Shay ‘So for now, I will follow her advice. Let’s see how long it lasts. What do you think of that?’ That was the last you wrote You signed it ‘♥ME’ You wrote this on 09 October 2008 at 8:17am My time There are 16 hours and […]

Jerusalem Mourning For Hemi (and Cushla) One too many mornings Up that precipitous hill One too many beats of that sterling heart One too many longings For truth And Christ Suddenly You were gone You were gone In a manner ostentatiously matter of fact Your traveller’s litany begun … Arch and Milly would have grieved […]

First Return … the dualogue For Cushla 10 years ago I met a Cambridge girl At the time that seemed to be best determined as a small town in the Waikato Through our time together it has come to mean something different We use that word Cambridge to define a way of being Closed off […]

A Transitory Mutual Ache for Helen S ‘I like coffee, I like tea, I like Helen to jump with me ~ ‘ Isn’t that what we would say (would say ‘said’ too, older now, older) As we skip skip skipped Childhood away ‘All in together girls Never mind the weather girls When I call your […]

Greetings Angel – The Messenger Has Come!  not for Shay, but because of her Citrus In the night air Midnight in that garden Of good (and evil) Oh, yeah! Lemon-scented Moon-riddled Almost De La Renta But not Not so cheap Not But not real either Just The scent of summer Night Summer night … But […]

Hope Springs ~ Gifts Renounced for my parents Underneath That lamplight Over there Over there By the ~ By the ~ By the ~ As early As infanthood You told me and I said no Sitting at that table Wooden table Wooden child Pinocchio in shorts and shirt (oh no no no no blouse) Old […]

Seamless Dressing (and Undressing) ~ Every Actor’s Dream for Cushla Watching you Spending so much time watching you Slipping With such ease Into whatever coat is expected Seamless Dressing And Seemingly As easily undressing Disrobing the one To assume the other You Are The Actor Hamlet Was written for Hard to say that Rosalind was […]