The Card-Counter
I knew a guy once, banned from all casinos
for being able to do it. He had this look in his eyes
which was kind of dead, like two lost marbles.
He told me how he’d started playing the tables. Continue reading “The Card-Counter”
Poems
The Card-Counter
I knew a guy once, banned from all casinos
for being able to do it. He had this look in his eyes
which was kind of dead, like two lost marbles.
He told me how he’d started playing the tables. Continue reading “The Card-Counter”
Still Summer Light
Lie in the park and listen. Now the sun
of warm July has passed, you hear the lake
respond in ripples to the wind’s soft run.
Here silence breeds itself for silence’ sake Continue reading “Still Summer Light”
The Shot
Sometimes the camera loves you: lines of light
form poetry of their own before your eyes
and capture in image all you thought to write,
and like the poet tracking all his thoughts
across the page and screen, your well-timed shots
preserve forever what your mind has caught: Continue reading “The Shot”
No Filter
Not black but grey: all monochrome, a scar
of livid streets and faces. Not sepia
in memory tinged by rose, but raw and rough
as present, here and now. In these, a life Continue reading “No Filter”
An Even Shorter History of Metaphysics
Two spools, with one unrolling as for age,
one rolling up to represent the growth
of memory (as consciousness), both truth;
no two successive moments are the same,
and Heraclitus’ river cannot save. Continue reading “An Even Shorter History of Metaphysics”
Epilogue
Maybe our paths will cross
when this universe folds in and makes another.
Maybe, at the point Continue reading “Epilogue”
The Climber
Big-sister energy can shape you well.
The space to grow is where the mountains are.
Even the bravest are afraid: the will
to overcome your fears is how you soar. Continue reading “The Climber”
Breaking the Ice
To break through nature’s glass door was the one.
That first hit, as the cold embraced your skin
and made a warm cocoon, was like a sun
forged from the iciest glaciers. The river ran in
to drench your every inch, a cold caress
that flooded you with heat. As midnight tolls Continue reading “Breaking the Ice”
Step Back Turn
The body’s grace is magnified on water.
To turn or pivot quickly yet with fluid
motion, keeping your dominion over
both board and waves, requires studied Continue reading “Step Back Turn”
Martini Sonnet
Long dream of summer in short skirt of glass.
The glass as prism: multiplying all
colours that meet it, sunshine, a right eyeful,
rendering all beyond it meaningless
at least for now, for this moment, more or less.
The eye is blind to what the mouth will feel: Continue reading “Martini Sonnet”
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