On Writing

Poem 157 – yesterday’s wrong & Part I of the Bruce Meyer Interview

Yesterday’s wrong the wind left in a hurrygot tangled in a field of sunflowerson the side of an Italian highwayinside a memory flickering in my mind yesterday’s cloak of Wrongis still clamped to my clavicleit’s too hot for this kind of holdingtoday will be the work of letting go if you see a shadow limpingit… Continue reading Poem 157 – yesterday’s wrong & Part I of the Bruce Meyer Interview

On Writing

Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter

It doesn’t matter the second hand on the clock ticks loudlya steady soundtrackwith the refrigerator gurgle & theair conditioner exhalationit’s an orchestral movementin the living room & the sunlight usesthe maple leaves as baton directing the morninginto flickering heat waves on the sofa there’s just one curious fact: the timeon the clock is wrongit is hours off… Continue reading Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter