Poems from ZeroGravity
My, how I wish to dream.
Not the flighty, incomprehensible fairies of sleep.
Not the droughts which form gaps in your memory.
But the...
I lift the cool
Tin pitcher, its handle
Biting to my bones.
Thick cream pervades
Its body, concealing numbered
Scars with silk bandages.
I...
Alice’s army,
Topsy-turvy,
Too pretty to fight.
Their skirts flow in the air
and swords impale the ground;
Battle-torn scraps float on the...
God drifts his fingers
Through Spider nest clouds as their
Creatures scatter down.
Scurrying feet and
Panic induced webs trickle
Across...
I am a narcissist.
I am a fool.
I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes
Unscathed.
I am Apollo pining for love,
And I am Daphne...