At Crystal Time
My cold lattice
Demands more space.
My claws of sharp water dig to free
My Friend the earth
From your black tar.
I have found her!
Seven
inches
down.
Lovely
In her open truth.
(Sorry about your tyre) .
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
Jellyfish are really plankton, did you know?
They float about and know not where they go.
They never buck a trend or kick a trace
And all their friends agree, and say it's ace
To BE the trend that's set by moon and tide
Fashion fishing? Never! We cannot abide
Our finny friends that swim to find a ‘look’?
They just end up on the dangled hook
Of tempting tatty TK Maxx my dear…
And net stockings are just SO last year.
Snappy dressing needs a snappy jaw.
Sisters softly drifting in the gentle deep
Know less is more.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
Kick a can of language down the road.
Kick to get it loud and kick it long.
You've got to feel inside the white witch code;
Sometimes you'll get it right - more often wrong.
Kick! And hear the rapture of the crash,
See the flecks of letters wetness on the ground
Some will be right; mostly random trash.
But then, amid the noise, a new note found?
You never know what rebel freedom hides
With allegiance to unknown darker moons
That wash the soul with sideways tides
That smooth the self-sand of those ancient runes.
Now our gentle paces lead up to open fields
To walk a path that only our unknowing yields.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
Late summer’s limpid sunlight blessings;
Light so pale it almost falls
As shadow in the yard.
A time of change.
The trees. Still. However high you look.
Look down: no blade of grass, as witness, stirs.
So too this page, its silence
Saying more than any words.
Much more than any book.
I want my words to point beyond themselves.
To free our eyes, unclothe our vision.
Amid this swirling world, we see
Each turning to the other, and in comfort, smile.
But now look past me love
To sea, to trees, to sun and sky.
No more breath for words.
Just breath for being here,
The rising tide of joy,
And all the world beyond.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
So, remembering the day I wrote it down
And found you within it and an empty page
An empty page that sang of summer,
Just now on the turn -
A lovely glide to earth and leaves and peace.
And in that watchfulness of autumn,
There were children waiting in a ring
And holding hands
But looking steadily at me
To see what life I would bring to them.
I wanted to.
And now we'll see what new empty pages bring to life:
The unworded silent faces waiting to be here
And find their loving in the age old words of life.
And you don't find nothing there.
The newly pressed, new minted riches
Of the moment full of Wonder
At the infinite renewal possible
From nothing, awaiting you to set them free.
And it's mostly from the possibilities of meeting:
A new nod
The smile
The acquaintance renewed and deepened.
Just a summer moment will suffice.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
What right have I to be this happy now?
Lying long beneath this world
With all its stones and trees and wind and sky
To speak to friends and know that they, that I,
Still live despite the odds
Of nothingness and no love found
No tiny echoes of a liking that just grew
To be a life of one and all and things and stairs
(And maybe gardens too)
And the intricacies we carry with us through the world.
Till it is done, and we are gone and we can say for what it's worth for what it's worth, we're gone.
The very slowness and impatience of a cloudy nothing day is part and parcel of the wonder of it all.
Petrified of wider deeper words, we plod.
I like to ask the questions in my lines:
Open up a vein eternal to explore
That may prove lucrative
In words and looks and feelings. Maybe more.
The look that touches and bewilders and restrains
But then gives in to open up a door.
And maybe more.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
A little group of sycamores
In the corner of a field
A little higher than the rest.
I half run to its shelter.
Then catch my breath within
Their silent height.
And feel the sudden spell of trees
And give my wordless thanks
For being briefly with this family,
For this knowing place of simple air and light.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
I need to find a way of celebrating every breath.
The train of day will leave my bedroom soon.
I will board, and, walking up the aisle
Watch fields and starlings fly.
And will forget my breath.
Not so. No more could I forget my breath
Than I could you. Comingled
With the depths of self
Of life wellsprings and watery cells.
The grace and faith of the synapse
Being, binding blind in blood,
Test at any level
Oh would I could prove positive for you.
And so like Gods of battlefields remembering soldiers prayers
When they in cannon's mouth are blank with fear.
Do I not forget.
Do I not forget..
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
Of our common grief,
We spoke.
And when tears had dried - not gone,
I woke.
And you took my hand.
Miles along the sounding sands
We strayed
And then when cliffs above us rose
I gently lay
With you and looked my love.
Under summer's midnight moon
There was truth to be again
I saw you clear
And buried in you, words of hope
I had long forgot.
Then came the sea’s long, withdrawing roar
Its strife
Dissolved where breath and salt and longing poured.
No knife
Of time could part us there:
We made love, raw as prayer.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
He doesn't speak.
Certainly not giving advice.
He's just there, sweeping along, robes flapping and flying.
With his staff.
Moving up!
Yeah man!
Grown up HARD
Man of his hands.
Knew the Gallows Priest Gilpin
Shriving reivers on the scaffold
Knowing the deep light
Other side of night.
He's just there.
He's just here.
He's just
Here
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC