Category Archives: collection: at the edge of things

Worms, Birds & In Between

The worms that could not up surface above neat pavements carpeted floors or cold tiers find their places in vaults of Adam’s kin’s blood and flesh

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‘Wait Till This …’

savant flicks the switch tenderly as a flower would curl in the leaking secrecy of dawn,

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Wait Out The Squall

Forest stands On edge of its roots Where wily Foxes romp around And make of Grass The trampled Trash,

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Prime Time

1 Presidents of the World The man i see on news time always is Smiling white teeth and all In a time now when kidnapping Is a profitable preoccupation Cosmos falling falling down Descended plutonium blasting The inhibitions in us

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The Fish of the Current

And what have become of your historic compromise between your christians and your valid communists, parliamentary procedures and your program of government?

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At the Mercy of the Churning Seas

We live in very interesting and painful times. But lest we think that this is only true today, let’s not be naive. Two poems in the poetry collection At The Edge of Things (1979) are being posted this week to … Continue reading

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At The Edge of Things

Where affords the best of views The edge of a woodland yawns To the spiders of the wind, cotton-hard Caressing where one is stretched Between trees and skies;

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Shells

  There are more to them than name and symmetries colors and textures dwelling in the vastness of a fluidity that marks their nooks and crevices edges and eyes grasping the folds of an ocean.

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Flight

Morning hears the panicking Of fearful birds in the eye of sun And settle only when Blinding red shall close them down On horizontal weariness. Then Evening listens to the sighing Tracking on her knees it seems Sounds of living … Continue reading

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