Linear time - we meet again

I would say I have been awol with JCJ for too long, but I avoid thinking about time in this regard.

Closing shop

Thanks for reading, but I am closing this blog. Too much Life is getting in the way. :)

New poems

I have a few newer poems in this issue of Kaleidowhirl.

Enjoy!

Peek

I still see you.

FourW

One of my poems, The Wife, is featured in FourW, an anthology of new writing. I read through my copy and am honored to be included in such a diverse, talented array of international writers.

To purchase a copy, click here.

Web stats are cool

I have a fan in Phoenix, it would seem.

The Thin Line

Threnody of sleep,
the irony of the mine-field.
I expect sanctity this time:
whisper of a man in a window,
sheets into explicit music.
I follow the swimming serene,
but he is a dirty knife twisting.
He opens the window -
My eyes adjust to his fall.
In this, we want to call out,
breathe space, discard land.
Instead, I rewind film.
I lean in against the glass
and say, "Look up, look up."
Angles and walls, this is
a hollow space, not the journey.
We enter, apostles of doves,
what we will not become.

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"Who wants to understand the poem; Must go to the land of poetry. -- Goethe"