Category Archives: Poetry

  The Madhouse Bell   Dark Flow Hairy Trotters Cult and Myth Concupiscence Entrancing Day The Event Group The Decay Scene My Place in a Few The Madhouse Bell Unbalanced Thinking Hyperbolic Nonsense Licenced and Insured The Climax of Matter … Continue reading →

  For Autumn has found me And thrown her arms around me. She has breathed on my lips and I wander apart, Dead leaves in my heart.   – Lord Alfred Douglas

  When I was back there at Kenyon College the most famous student poet of the day was a guy named Wade “Woody” Newman . To hear the teachers and tastemakers talk you’d think he was poised to take up … Continue reading →

  This poem was inspired by Night Battles: Witchcraft and Agrarian Cults in the 16th and 17th Centuries by Carlo Ginzburg     Ember Days   There are women Who during the Ember Days Go out of their senses travel … Continue reading →

  Here’s another ancient bit of Wisdom (Sophia) literature UBUized for your protection:   Where I prayed, and understanding was given me: I called and the spirit of Wisdom came unto me. I preferred her before scepters and thrones, and … Continue reading →

    Chance   Fine You don’t want to answer Don’t you know that Any day anything Can happen and You won’t even have The chance    

  I’m working on a Sophia (Wisdom) Quote bag. In the meantime here’s my adaptation of a text from the second century BC:   Wisdom sings her own praises, Before her people she proclaims her glory. In the congregation of … Continue reading →

    I’ll just shake out my poetry bag — yeah I think there are a couple down at the bottom there…     Here and There   After the successful afternoon Dodging cars on the freeway No accident I’m here … Continue reading →

  Lisa   Lisa well remembered Hotly anticipated Vanilla very Minnesota Originally a Mathematical Accountant Loves Astronomy studies Business Fair honest direct With blunt working hands Grape eyes honeydew complexion Wants to figure out Freud  

  What’s It All About, Heather?   Dust and seeds fly As she clears a spot On the table then Heather indistinct In the flicker of candle Black light and drawn shade Hesitates Running a finger across her lip What’s … Continue reading →