I am a poet. And I travel. Well, perhaps less so right now, but hopefully this is just temporary ……
Poetry Travels
for Heinz Lunzer what do you need? a tree a house to measure how large how small a human life…
Already, at the age of three, the author of these lines was remarkable: he’d make a portrait of the concierge…
the Visigoth with a face of wisteria the only pincers needed unthreading the lightening comes preserved in the snow with…
I dream en route from St. Petersburg, Mississippi to St. Louis, Florida. My vampire lovers are precariously situated in a…
A light was jammed in the door lock I noticed it and moved aside a river Of pages filled with…
In spite of you, the Solent which used to be a hill covered with moss and dwarf willow. The tenth…