The anvil, uncaring,
unfeeling, unsparing,
sounds a blaring
foghorn-howl. Continue reading “A Lonely Device”
Devoid of Meaning
Endless expanse
of the echo. Sing
from the heart,
Hollow Being. Continue reading “Devoid of Meaning”
Coins in The Peat
I’m lying in the marsh,
I’m sinking in the peat,
I’m dying in the dark,
just as the cold
begins to creep. Continue reading “Coins in The Peat”