Small talk

How’s the poetry going? Is a giveaway question on the pavement. It signals you have not read anything much the poet might have written recently. Or otherwise you have, and now on meeting the poet on the pavement you wonder, this that the poet has written recently, is any of it about me? – There

Amphibious Words

Conversations Word amphibians hold the real treasures felt in the veins. But we talk more, more. Make more words known to each other. Chime this topic. Ring out that story. Wring out absolutely the whole truth. While the word amphibians live in those tones; they also swim in the extract of transmission. – I wrote

It’s complicated

Actually it’s very simple. Either it’s in motion or it is not. This bears the signs of not. That bears the signs of motion. Words to-ing and fro-ing And actions Everything bears the mask of nonsense. 13/1/14 — A liberating revelation in my younger youth was the concept of He’s Just Not That Into You

Near Liverpool Street under scaffolding

What do you believe? I believe to see truth lived quietly and consistently is powerful. My father died like that. In trees we find tall truths deeper rooted than human folly. I believe in stakes that make us choose a path right, or left or denial. Denial comes back to haunt us in choice, again.