Category: Poetry

And then there was Circe.

Not only the goddess daughter of Titan,

Circe was also a witch,

of course she was,

she was female

so it went with the territory,

He grew up isolated by his optimism, his openhearted determination to promote goodwill, waxing tall, with smooth green limbs that only looked soft, fleshy.

I remember;

early on in college

and discovering charles

bukowski – I worked

after class

in this office by the river

selling windows,

and sometimes

I'd show up early

and sit in a bookshop opposite,

drinking coffee from a paper cup

reading Factotum

and Dog from Hell – eventually

I even bought a copy.

Visiobibliophobia: Fear of Social Media

And if you fade, fade as slowly

as a deeply bruised shoulder.

Black and purple come first

then livid blue then a lash of yellow.

There is no tale-teller, no bagpipe to thread these words in rhythms: sounds, seizures, thoughts that linger and bloat a mind.