Nearing Eighty

Nearing Eighty Nearing eighty, I shall discuss the worldwith a few friends. There is a meeting-placeI go to, set up for this very thing,and each time to be found again. To heartheir voices is the sweetest thing I know,my friends across the staging-posts of timeand...

Singing in Mariupol

Singing in Mariupol a poem in five parts   Dark Matter Yevgenia’s Diary Kobzar Taras Mariupol New Matter Dark Matter From the beginning of things there has been a dark force lurking the other side of time. A hinterland to the kingdom of things, a vast...
Finale

Finale

It’s been a journey. A century of blog-observations, and each typed into a laptop the other side of a window from a close friend. What a companion to have by one, to oversee things with absolutely no interference, yet with a quiet expression of a natural tolerance,...

Nightscape

Nightscapefor Samad and SanhitaUnder the moonI wish you joy,a tender girland courteous boy.Keep brilliantbeneath the stars,and unadorned,a simple cause,one flowering love.O that is whyEarth turns in darkbeneath the...