I was sitting in college watching two professors getting coffee and wondering about the tradition of wearing academic gowns around campus like so many wandering old Hamlets. But even as I contemplated all the reasons and tried to be sympathetic to tradition and institutions I noticed that they had been looking for the correct tops … Continue reading memories of university 1982 – sound bite
Dusty Files
Another Poem from the Past (while I work on my philosophy essay)
P.M. Behind your eyes is a forest: Fresh air, cool water running, Leaf filtered sunlight, Moss, ferns, mushrooms, Decaying logs. Eyelash curling coy around your hazel tree eyes. It is dark, cold, damp and I have no compass. Under the old leaves are shoots, and beetles. Footsteps around and around, who else is in this … Continue reading Another Poem from the Past (while I work on my philosophy essay)
More Poetry from a Dusty File
Mess I am a mess inside my head, ideas roam about like cattle chased by dogs and men. Constant fear and fullness Hold the world near to me. My voice stops at my mouth, held british tight no weakness. Pour spirits thru my teeth, my very own sweet mouth, will weaken, face redden, eyes … Continue reading More Poetry from a Dusty File
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 