The deepest past’s mere meters down...
nature
For God and Crusty
What can the nationalist reply/When reptile naturalists imply/That even mighty Urland’s glory,/Like a mite, is transitory?...
Bucolic I
Tityrus lounges in the shade,/Bees lullaby the sleepy glade,/The reed sings soft, soft as the grass—/Then Meliboeus comes to pass...
Couplets (“By protean means propinquity/Inspires not range but unity”)
Though you draw first by chemotaxis,/Perfume is not all your praxis...
Bits for a Hot and Cold July
'Chocolate' & 'Remains'
a swan skein breaks the water
a swan skein breaks the water spanish arch/cloudy corrib like the dog’s tail sweeping...
An Ode on Facebook
You who enjoy the famed pastoral form/Might like this ode on Facebook, blue and warm...
Pesnya
When you were seven you wrote your first poem...
