To sit and wait, To set my telescope across the expanse of night and search for sights unseen To sit and wait like some séance, To hush ourselves and give over to the mystic of old science, of witchcraft and… Read More ›
Poetry
You brought smiles
Balloon on a string in an empty room Head on the ceiling like any other ghost, Just trying to get out The ribbons lose their luster The cheeks start to sag They’ll find bits of you in the trees, Your… Read More ›
Polaroid, 2013
In the dark, in the morning on my way to work passing the line of kids at the bus-stop: All their faces look like jack-o-lanterns by the glow and the flicker of their smartphone displays.
Constellation
The night sky is full of stars Someone connected them all to make stories. Were the stories always there, Or did we make them so? Your life is a constellation: Find the corners, find the story.
Hook
The hook is a hold in the rock where I first put my foot when I want to climb.
Schwäbische Sunset
Creator has put a smidge of pink on the cheek of the sky to dress herself for evening. She does so again in the morning, To cover the sins of the night.
Today Is The New Tomorrow
Crossing the international date line, thousands of miles above the Earth, time bends again We’ve collected pictures like seashells, like river rocks, and lucky coins each, the promise of a dream, an unspoken wish: speak now or forever hold your… Read More ›
Care
Whatever pain it is that can only be expressed by killing Grows like a spore, travels by the winds to all reaches of the world. These infections flare up, heal over, get forgotten, recur. The cure is not to contain… Read More ›
A picture in every direction
Up the uneven stone steps, above the valley The sound of the train approaches, then slows The brakes squeal on the tracks, then release: It’s the sound of a sabre that cleaves the valley, the sound of ancient times and… Read More ›
Could
My heart swells at the thought of being who I thought I could “Can” is the operative part of could Forward-looking, or past.
Bill Pearse 