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
Poems
Still Summer Light
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
The Shot
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
No Filter
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
An Even Shorter History of Metaphysics
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
Breaking the Ice
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
Step Back Turn
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
Martini Sonnet
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
The Projection
The Projection
Tiresias models what he’s told.
What nostrum dramas then ensue
he neither sees nor seizes hold.
Someone else has the costs in view, Continue reading
Daedalus
Daedalus
Here at Camicos, you can be free, at least.
Back on that island, we were prisoners
at the request of the King: no way out.
But amazingly we found our way out,
and flew as fast as our feet would carry us.
Wings? No, you misunderstand ‘flight’.
We were on the run, after all. Continue reading
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