I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

Announcement (19 May 2013)

I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while — though there will be some. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I'll continue to participate in my online poetic communities, sharing poems already written.

27 February 2011

The Visitor

Dark figure, peripheral,
just by my shoulder.
For me? Is it time
to set my affairs in order?

Yet I am surprised
by my own calm.
Eventually I even forget him
and fall asleep.

In the morning, my Beloved
waking beside me, says:
‘What a terrible night!
I thought I was dying.’
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