From a Stone

I have small veins that have been drawn in sinks of scalding water and vigorous smacking. Stopped at the upper arm and with a pumping fist, the supply is best tapped by the finest needle. It is sometimes easier to siphon off blood on Tuesdays for doctors’ records than write poems twice a week. —Continue reading “From a Stone”

Two Poems about Spiders (and a Fish in a Net)

Tarantella Once you have been bitten, through your vein the poison curses courses. Through the pain you writhe and sweat – this fish caught in a net – it dances. — The above is a reworking of this: Tarantella Once you have been bitten through your vein the only way to rid yourself is toContinue reading “Two Poems about Spiders (and a Fish in a Net)”