You wept
Salt-laden photographs
Of what was
What might…
Category: Poetry
Irrational numbers
We live and move and breathe and have our being
Saturated in the sacred
Scarcely perceiving
That beat….
Cut the thread
Each fibre
Spun and sticky
The unwary
Wrapped…
Economically speaking
In the midst
Of White Russians and
Bloody Marys,
Screwballs and
Whisky sours…