It should not be polished

Simply say I am here at this place doing this thing, though I am writing to you. Look – something I have observed. You could add I miss you much or I wish you were here, because – note something we could share. Maybe you could sign off Best, Fondest regards, or All my love

Solutrean Hypothesis

For a season, transient over the ice-pack, her bundle regarded hope while his averred fealty. Both solicited the dragon’s gate yet overlooked the soft pearl which sustains the breath and pulse of para-reality. — The Solutrean hypothesis proposes that the first people to settle in the North Americas travelled from the landmass now known as Europe. It

Huckleberry Thing

Warning! Deep Water Green weed coats the pond. Catkins tiptoe past the curtain leaves here in the conservation area near the tennis courts. “Should you see anything particularly exciting please tell us about it.,“ requests the London Borough of Camden, Nature Conservation Section. “Well, I didn’t notice much except,” he turns, “You, delightful  thing.” (he

TUMBLING AFTER

Over here on the hill I try to drop the pail. In the valley you scythe the bending wheat.   When the grain is ground to flour, you will carry it in a sack to my kitchen. There on the table kneaded under the heel of my hand   I’ll remember the autumn, Jack when

I told her

I told her       Because modern boys ought to know the advice given   Hold out until Tuesday. You know you can. No public communication whatsoever. If necessary write it out. But do not send. (Especially, do not press send.) Sit on your hands, girl because you are waiting for move 5 in love chess.

Don’t Waste Paris on a Broken Heart

A blue sky over Notre Dame Advice for *   Don’t waste Paris on a broken heart next to the Cathedral Notre Dame where yellow-petalled violas squint their purple eyes at you shadowing their beds as you turned: his hands on her, embracing on the Seine.   From April 2012 — Who takes the bus

A fun romance

it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life.   2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” 

If Turtles Listened to Jazz

If you were a turtle lady and you loved a turtle man It would not be odd in turtle-land if you had known the waves four hundred years and he another sixty-one; or he knew the beach for twenty, you the sand for forty-six; you each lost your turtle-hatchlings in the week you turned and