If my fears cripple me, how then cope with a world afraid?
Category: Poetry of sorts
THE ANTHROPOCENE
Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.
Matters knot
A both aye’ve scene on downy wings, boughed beneath moonlit knight. And ate black cats in Alis rooms, two fat to eke a mouse. Eye’ve Romed, I’ve clowned, aye’ve neighsayed big gots Playered colour on a feeled, without the u. vs. me. Meet in the sandwich, meat in the language. We wander lonely as a … Continue reading Matters knot