Poems

Poem

                         First, months

of flash, thud, shudder,

 

then the wailing...

                            Months,

that's half a young cat's life

 

Poem

I feel it, first as a stir,
turning deep in the murky water.
Surfaces up for air, a twitch
on the lake in my head.
A flip, and it disappears.

Poem

I am a guillemot
I use my bill a lot
I get the fish out of the wet
I eat my fill a lot.
I live on ledges

Vertical Edges

Poem

On 
Wards
Lofty

Oh,
Winged
Looker

Out
Witting
Low-life

Ooooh
Wooooooo
Language

Poem

Peter the orange parrot
had a very tiny beak,
unlike the other parrots
he was never heard to speak.
But they were never nasty to him,
Peter the non-talking parrot

Poem

                   ...not white like the snow

 

more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat

with her ripple-patterns melting as (oh,

 

but she's beautiful) you stare

Poem

This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.

To enter here, you have to shrink

and slow down, down. A day

is one tick of the clock, one blink